I have dieter's fatigue. I am in a rut and I want to eat bad, bad food. Must snap out of it. I am one pound away from goal and I can't seem to focus. My friend C and I went running yesterday and it was hot and humid. Like a dork, I wore long sausage casings (leggings) and I was burning up. It is getting stored for until winter arrives.
Like a broken record, I'm going to remind myself of why I need to lose weight and how far I've come.
Diabetes anyone? No, thanks.
Weighing in the 120's? Fabulous.
Knees don't hurt from carrying all my extra fat. Wonderful.
Got rid of all my size 12 and 14 clothes. 'Nough said.