I was doing so well.
I tracked everything. I ran this morning on the treadmill for 4 miles. I made an amazing protein packed lunch. I was doing so well.
So how did the half pint of Ben & Jerry’s happen?
Why does this happen? Why can’t I tell the difference between hunger and boredom? Who cares if I am still in my calorie limit. I am miserable with myself over this. I am sick and tired of looking in the mirror and being mad at what I see.
I’m tired of being angry at myself.
I’m tired of having a stomach that looks like I’m 3 months pregnant – BEFORE you say that I don’t look like that, I’m sucking in 95% of the time.
I’m so tired.
I’m so incredibly over this.