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I feel shitty when I don’t work out.

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Those fries, nuggets, and sweet drinks -were they worth it? NO.

For the past few months, I’ve lost a fair amount of weight just by changing my eating patterns. I felt confident and happy because I no longer hid myself or cared to please people with something I wasn’t; I was content. But the holidays had started and, during a trip with my friends, I’ve strayed away from that path a little and the results are irkable; I hate it. Yesterday I had toast and eggs for brunch and roasted chicken for dinner and sweated profusely to P90X, but still woke up to a number on the scale I am absolutely displeased with. I know changes don’t happen so quickly- goodness how we all wish it’s that speedy- but the feeling is horrible; months of work fell in a couple of days.

My weight affects my mood. It always has. I’m not sure how to change this because I’ve grown up always allowing the scale to decide my happiness, but yeah, that’s how I had built myself to be. Those fries, nuggets, and sweet drinks- were they worth it? NO. But what’s done is done and just like a bad relationship, I’ve gained some experience and learned my lesson.

Although I’m very sure I will still continue to eat those things (it’s not nice to say no to people’s cooking when they’ve slaved hours preparing it), the next time I will be sure to eat them in a small portions. Just like my ex once said ‘It’s okay to eat whatever you want, baby. Just eat a small portion of it’ - well, experience gained, lesson learnt.

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