For the past few weeks eating has become a past time. Literally the highlight of my quarantining has been eating or gorging on snacks. I’ve been to the 7/11 across the street at least once a day (sometimes 2-3 times, don’t worry I wear gloves and a mask though I should refrain from going so often).
I’d eat whenever I would watch tv. If I had a meal I HAD to have a snack maybe some cookies or chips felt like it was a law of the universe.
Yesterday I had a realization. My brother was going to the store to get some groceries and he asked if I wanted anything. I told him no, not because I wasn’t hungry but because I was simply just tired of eating. That was a first. Checked the scale this morning for the first time since late February. I gained ~10lbs. Wow.
I’m eating shit and feeling like shit all day. There’s a large trashbag next to my bed filled to the top with junk.
I am going back to calorie counting. I’ve lost 35lbs I can do it again with some discipline and planning. I’m also fixing up my bike to add some cardio to the mix along with some push ups. I can’t use this current situation as an excuse to “give up and not care.”
Using this post to mark the beginning of my next weight loss journey!