My dear Breakfast, it's over. We're finished. I am breaking up with you.
And no...we cannot be friends.
Back to this morning and the aforementioned toughness...
It sucks. I take the metro into the city and have to walk a quarter-mile to the office. Of course I work in the heart of DC and there are a million freaking food options in that brief walk. The worst being the new deli that they built, literally, right below my office! It's too goddamn easy.
Is it sweltering outside A?
Easy, just grab something at the deli. It's close!
Is it freezing outside A?
Easy, just grab something at the deli. It's close!
Hungry this morning A?
Easy, just grab something at the deli. It's close!
Want a snack this afternoon A?
Easy, just grab something at the deli. It's close!
Oof. I swear. I wish I worked out in the suburbs in a huge industrial park with nothing around for miles.
I made it through the morning though. I got off the metro one stop early and walked 1.5miles into the office. It was hot and muggy but it felt damn good PLUS I was able to sashay my fat ass right on by the deli without a second glance! WIN. Eventually all of these little wins will get me to my goal. I will not give up.
Regaining control with food is doing wonders for so many other areas of my life. I didn't see it as a symptom before but it was. I have been much happier this week and I'm really getting excited about moving to the new house. We've been living in the townhouse for too long and the neighborhood has just got more ghetto over time. On Tuesday morning I was awoke at 5:30am to a freaking SWAT team pounding on the door of one of the houses across the court from ours! Seriously! They had on full body armor and were holding those big shield looking things. It was craziness. I think the neighbors kid sells drugs but I don't know. I stay out of people's business so they will stay the hell out of mine.
Anyway, we are moving to the middle of the fucking woods, 5.5 acres of mostly trees and not many neighbors around. It's going to be so crazy but my husband is really really happy. I'm a little weirded out by the thought of it but at least well have privacy, a place for pets, and my husband can be naked on the deck. lol Yeah, I married a nudist. A naturally skinny super sexy nudist. FML. I never get naked. Not happenin'. Maybe if I get down to like 3% bodyfat...maybe...I would walk around nude...but probably not.
Thankfully he loves my fat ass as is.
However, I do not.
So the answer can only be....no food until 3pm today...or maybe later.
Seriously, I swear that fucking deli downstairs is evil. Oof.
Believe in yourself ladies! I believe in you.
xox,
A