Thats how I felt when I woke up this morning. Completely gross. I stepped on the scale and realized I have gained a few pounds more than I’d like. I’m not sure if its the extra pounds, or feeling completely “white”, or what, but I look at my skin and it just looks terrible. I don’t feel good right now. I’ve been eating absolute crap in the last 2 months, not working it off, and becoming a hermit.
I think this happens to me every winter around this time, I start to get the spring fever bug, with wanting to clean out everything in site, and get back in shape. I think I have some motivation as I’m going to California in the last weekend in May. I’m sooo disappointed in the uofm gym. There are no weights, no circuit training area, just a room full of cardio machines (that you have to wait for a long time to use), basketball courts, pool and track. I’m going to check in to bally and see how much it would cost to have a personal trainer for a couple months to help whip me back….maybe even see a nutritionist. I know my diet is terrible, especially with my IBS, and I haven’t been eating what I should. Even “healthy” foods can trigger an attack, such as apple’s skin, and I just don’t even know what I can eat anymore! I’m glad that Steve is a support about this, unlike a past relationship who did nothing but whine about trying to eat better.
So there’s my pact. I have a slumber party in march that I’m hoping a few of the girls will help motivate. I just wish it was warmer so I could do more outdoor things and not rely on going to a gym. It’s not so much the gaining weight, its the way I feel. Just gross.
It’s been almost a month since I’ve been out to the “bar” and honestly the thought still makes me not want to go. I have absolutely no ambition to be around that. I wouldn’t mind going to a club, just to dance and sweat, but then I think back on the last time I was there with my girls, and all you do is get molested by boys–which is a huge pet peeve/annoyance of mine. But than I think about what I just wrote and think, whats wrong with that?? About 85% of my close friends don’t go to the bars either anymore. I know if I go home and see Heather M., I’m at Barnes and Nobles sitting in the starbuck area, drinking coffee and reading magazines and commenting on articles.
So…this weekend I’m going to go to the grocery store, remove crap from my cupboards, read up on some healthy eating with IBS, and begin my routine on Monday.