Ok so the day after Christmas did not go as planned. I woke up with the intentions of being 100% on track. Well it did not happen.
Jeff wanted to take me shopping for clothes. In May this would have tickled me to death but yesterday after my 2 weeks of eating nothing but crap on top of me struggling after the last 3 months, I knew it would not be pretty.
I did get 2 really cute pairs of jeans, 2 shirts from Old Navy, and some pants from Areopostale. The woman working in there really ticked me off though. I can wear their fleece/jogging pant things but I can't wear their shirts. They are all made really super small but I looked at them anyway.
She said " we have other hoodies over here, exactly what size are you looking for?" Totally ticked me off. I've been overweight long enough to know when someone is being a jerk and well she was. I said "I'm just looking." Believe me though she knew I was not happy.
Then me and the hubs went to Cracker Barrel and ate..to much.
Today is a new day and I'm sick of being fat. I'm sick of the weight I've put back on. Sick of feeling bad.