i am rather proud of myself
Today sucked as it always does working Sundays. I could have come home a drank, but I did. I said Hi to my mom and dad. Said goodnight to them and when right downstairs. I really didn't feel like being around anyone. I got into comfy clothes and attempted to jog instead of speed walk. Last lasted all of a little less than a quarter mile. I will stick to my fast walking thank you very much. 22 minutes. 1.5 miles. 200 calories, which I preceed to now eat, in a fiber bar and cashews. What was the point of walking then? Other than to keep me from have a drink? This after feeling really guilty for eating a HUGE piece of chocolate cake with peanut butter whipped icing. Just when I was doing SO well today too. So I sit here, now feeling bad for eating when I shouldn't have had too. But I can't help but feeling really hungry after I working out.