Woke up 210, discouraged and angry and took it out a bit verbally on my child, who had neglected to complete her homework, after telling me it was done.
Part of it is my fault of course, but we hastily fixed it.
My goal is 200 by Christmas. It's a simple enough goal. 10 lbs in two months. With my current activity level, there's really no reason why I shouldn't be able to do this, barring injury.
I will be recording meals and changing my diet. I can't be accepting frozen yogurt and peanut butter donations from my mother, who means well enough.
Broccoli, grilled chicken, cottage cheese.
And a return to lifting from running. But serious, sweat enduring lifting.. no more taking a set, then getting on the pc for ten minutes... That's pissing in the wind.
God I hope she has a good day today. We were both better by the time I dropped her off, and we were fine last night.. My whole world revolves around this stupid number.
I will do this, damnit.
