So, the last two weeks at school have been crazy, so I haven't been posting, I've hardly been running and I've been stuffing my face with crap.
So for the past two weeks I have been sitting on my ass, studying and eating junk food.
I have been avoiding the scale, knowing it would be bad news, but today my curiosity got the better of me and I checked.
Only up one pound? How the hell did that happen?
The weirdest part is that I was almost disappointed. As though I was looking forward to the self-loathing that comes with seeing a gain on the scale, my punishment for "misbehaving".
Oh well. The good news is that it has not sparked in me and feelings of "Oh, well, I can just sit around and stuff my face and not gain anything". I know better. I have one more class to go to today, then I am going to run five miles.
In less than two months I am going to be on the beach. And I am not going to be a fat ass for that.