OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhh. Weird new layout is weird. But I like it? I think?
Anyway. Sorry to come to you guys about this, especially when I post so rarely anymore. THE GOOD NEWS: it is the last day of school, school is over, I don't have to think about subbing for the next three months woooooo! The bad news?
- My feet hurt. Literally running around after kids will do that to you.
- I found a BONE SHARD PROTRUDING FROM MY GUM TODAY, thanks asshole satan dentist who pulled my wisdom teeth and LEFT. PIECES.
- No really I am so pissed about this I am SO PISSED, THIS DENTIST IS DEAD NOW (IN REAL LIFE) AND FUCKING WITH ME BEYOND THE GRAVE
- So I've been going to the gym
I really don't like to talk about going to the gym, because when I wasn't going to the gym nothing could bug me quicker than someone talking about what they did at the gym. (You lift things, and then you put them down, wash rinse repeat, get out of my face.) Then in February Mom and I split the bill on getting ourselves six months of personal training. yayyyy
And, like. idk what to tell you. It's still lifting stuff and putting it down, and twisting into impossible shapes, and doing so many squats my knees turn to jello--but. I actually do FEEL BETTER. In ways I didn't even realize I was feeling worse, before. Even though I haven't seen much in the way of inches dropping, for the most part, which is where this post comes in.
I've realized that I would still go to the gym more (which is not something I like to do) if it means I get to eat more too. Unfortunately, this is not what it means at all, I still need to eat less (sodium and sugar are, shockingly, my downfall) and today's measurement drove that point home, so I'm a little......mergh. About it.
Iiiiiiidk, such a whiny random post in the middle of nowhere. I just needed to rant about it--dieting for big girls sucks because there's such a long way to go that it feels like you're going to be eating like this forever, and ever, and maybe it's dredging up a little bit of ptsd from the anorexic bff but I don't want to know how many calories a thing is. I JUST WANT TO EAT THE THING.
I'm also very tired and probably do for a period. Last day of school, klu, cheer up.
- My feet hurt. Literally running around after kids will do that to you.
- I found a BONE SHARD PROTRUDING FROM MY GUM TODAY, thanks asshole satan dentist who pulled my wisdom teeth and LEFT. PIECES.
- No really I am so pissed about this I am SO PISSED, THIS DENTIST IS DEAD NOW (IN REAL LIFE) AND FUCKING WITH ME BEYOND THE GRAVE
- So I've been going to the gym
I really don't like to talk about going to the gym, because when I wasn't going to the gym nothing could bug me quicker than someone talking about what they did at the gym. (You lift things, and then you put them down, wash rinse repeat, get out of my face.) Then in February Mom and I split the bill on getting ourselves six months of personal training. yayyyy
And, like. idk what to tell you. It's still lifting stuff and putting it down, and twisting into impossible shapes, and doing so many squats my knees turn to jello--but. I actually do FEEL BETTER. In ways I didn't even realize I was feeling worse, before. Even though I haven't seen much in the way of inches dropping, for the most part, which is where this post comes in.
I've realized that I would still go to the gym more (which is not something I like to do) if it means I get to eat more too. Unfortunately, this is not what it means at all, I still need to eat less (sodium and sugar are, shockingly, my downfall) and today's measurement drove that point home, so I'm a little......mergh. About it.
Iiiiiiidk, such a whiny random post in the middle of nowhere. I just needed to rant about it--dieting for big girls sucks because there's such a long way to go that it feels like you're going to be eating like this forever, and ever, and maybe it's dredging up a little bit of ptsd from the anorexic bff but I don't want to know how many calories a thing is. I JUST WANT TO EAT THE THING.
I'm also very tired and probably do for a period. Last day of school, klu, cheer up.