It's official. I have moved to another city in Texas, I have made some new friends and I've gained 20 lbs. Now don't get completly discouraged, I am back on my mission to lose the rest of my fifty pounds before Spring Break of 2012. It is extremely hard to admit that I failed myself and everything that I started in November of 2010, but I guess that is all apart of life. Sometimes we make it and sometimes...bam..we get hit in the face with 20 lbs of fat.
I was eavesdropping the other day on two women in my office waiting room that were talking about fat verses muscle. The one that appeared to know what she was talking about was saying something very interesting about how different five pounds of fat is from five pounds of muscle. I believe that she was talking about the amount of space that the two take up in our bodies. It's hard to believe that FIVE pounds of fat would take up about the space of a loaf bread in our bodies. I happen to have two of those for thighs, and one sitting across my midsection at this very moment. Why is it so easy to gain, and so freaking hard to lose? I'm telling you, I need an extremely tough friend standing over me yelling "put down the fork!" on a consistent basis. I guess that won't happen.
I have fought myself over the last six months living in this new place and forgetting everything that I had actually worked for. I couldn't control myself. DRinking, eating out late, not exercising at all. I can tell you exactly how I gained each of those 20 lbs. Now, how do I go about getting it off?
