...have not been fun.
...was spent scoffing my face like there was no tomorrow.
...has seen me do no exercise.
...there was not one piece of clean eating.
...has been filled with a shitty sleeping pattern
...I have had no motivation. Not even to get out of bed.
...there was no caring.
...saw a gain of eight pounds.
...has caused my face to break out in horrible nasty spots.
...makes me feel like crap.
...I almost quit.
The last two weeks are over. I am back. I realised what I did was stupid. I do care. Eating with reckless abandon has no positives. NONE. It has a whole host of negatives. My body hated it. It actively rejected the crap I stuffed down my gob. Did I stop doing it? No. It is easier not to listen, to pretend not to care. But this journey was never going to be easy. I knew that. I must stop making excuses. I don't know what made me feel so miserable or how I got stuck in the rut. Maybe I was just a little bit depressed. I could blame the exams but that was only a little part of it. I just don't know.
What I do know is that I don't want to gain more weight. I CAN'T GAIN MORE WEIGHT. ok. I gained 8 pounds in two weeks and it took me like six weeks to lose that. I will probably dwell on that a little but thanks to some great advice (You know who you are :D) I've realised a lot of stuff. I just have to remember why I started this blog in the first place. I should not have stopped blogging the last couple of weeks. Maybe if I had blogged I wouldn't have let my self go this far. *shrugs* can't turn back the clock.
Off to lose the gain...
p.s thanks to every one who commented on the last post and to those who sought me out and dragged my head out of the fridge.