I have been struggling a lot lately.
Like, a lot a lot.
With packing and prepping to move and all that goes into that, I'm not home a lot. I'm either working at my sister's house to get the place in order, or at the gym (seriously, though that will be hard to believe as you continue to read) or at work or sleeping. When I'm not, I'm packing up my belongings.
I felt puffy when I got on the scale this morning, but I still wasn't prepared to see ...
What the fuck? 218?
That means I've put on about 15 pounds since the half marathon. I think every one of those 15 is around my middle. I can feel them, all squishy. I don't feel good.
I am battling the spiral, and I'm hoping you'll send me any encouragement - through the air, a text message, a comment - that you can. I know I can do it. I know getting back down to where I was is possible. But lately, it's been such a challenge.
Factor in that I'm pretty much starving and hormonal all the time and there you have it. I'm a girl who, if she doesn't get her shit together pretty quick, is at risk of becoming exactly what she used to be.
Today I made myself go walk up and down the stairs, just to get off my ass. Tonight I will do spin class. It's not like I'm just gonna take this shit lying down.