what a gain can do to a person. I'm not talking a pound or two...while a pound or two can be frustrating, a bigger gain can change your perspective, completely. With my totally earned, 100% my fault and totally asked for 8 pound gain, my perspective is changing. I'm finding it massively hard to stay on plan, but since this is technically my "third day" again, it's understandable. I am also finding it hard to get dressed in the morning. While nothing has gotten too tight to wear and I haven't "outgrown" anything. I am having a hard time doing my hair, putting on make up and wearing anything remotely cute. I want to wear my fleece pullover and yoga pants all day every day. (It could be because its colder than a well diggers ass in January and my fleece and yoga pants are warm and cozy, it could also be because of hits lovely little sinus cold I have, that I want to stay in my jammies.) But really, I think the bloated, oogey, nasty ass feeling I have of gaining weight is what's making me want to revert to old habits. Old habits being, hair in pony tail, not cute clothes and "eh, nobody is going to see me today, so why bother with anymore makeup than foundation and chapstick."
While I did revert to a ponytail today, I did put on full makeup and I am wearing a fleece pull over, but its the fitted kind, and I did force myself to put on a pair of jeans. I drew the line with my sparkly belt and my boots, I skipped the belt and put on my comfy fur lined mules...I just didn't feel the bling this morning. I am hoping that once the day 3 blahs subside that I will find my "cuteness" again. I am hoping I will find my urge to workout again. I know I shouldn't let a little cold get in my way and that many people will say exercise will make you feel better, but, when it feels like you have a Russian prison guard named Helga, complete with her hairy mole and steel toed boots sitting on your chest and you can only partially breathe thru one nostril, if you turn your head just right and if you've blown your nose in the last six seconds, hopping on your elliptical is the last thing one would feel like doing.
I will find my cuteness tomorrow, I hope...I have plans to go out with my"inner circle" and I fully intend to look cute, at least those are my intentions as of this hour...I also intend to at least walk on the treadmill or hop on the recumbent bike tonight while Miss Jaci is at dance. We shall see if I have the follow thru to accomplish it....wish me luck stalker friends.... :)
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