Fat fat fat fat fat.
I wanted to lose five pounds before leaving for Florida next week. Instead, I gained four.
What is wrong with me?!
Here's the main problem. I recently had another round of final exams. That is a point in the year when I do one of two things: Starve myself of any significant calories, pound coffee and hit the books hard, OR, eat everything in sight to avoid studying and coast through finals not caring if I actually get A's in all of my classes.
The biggest problem was, I couldn't get all A's. I had two classes in which no matter how well I did on the final, I would still be a point or two short of an A. Which meant I could coast into B's in those classes, and I didn't have to do too well to get A's in the others. So instead of studying, I sat on my couch, avoiding studying, and stuffing my face full of buffalo chicken dip. For 6 days straight.
I then had two days of restricting, then husband and I went to visit some friends for the weekend which involved a lot of food and a lot of beer. And so, getting home on Sunday night, I decided to weigh myself and I was up to a disgusting number. I brought it down two pounds in the past two days by being reasonable with food and getting some exercise, but not where it needs to be. Ugh, I wish I wasn't leaving for an athletic event and I could just starve myself for a week. At least I have an excuse to exercise like crazy for the next 7 days.