Alright, in all fairness... that can be said about any emotion. BUT! In this case, I'm specifically referring to the grief of someone I love who lost someone close to them. My best friend's grandfather passed away last week. His funeral was yesterday. Since his passing, I've eaten more calories *cough* no - scratch that - DRUNKEN more calories than I could have ever imagined. I feel like a goodyear blimp.
That being said, I am skipping this week's weigh-in. The scale is not being totally terrible to me, but it isn't accurate by any means. For example, yesterday I weighed 2 pounds more than I did this morning. Sunday... 5 more. So rather than completely screw with my mind, I'm just going to give myself this week to get back on track and start back with weigh-ins next week. I'm expecting a HUGE loss, let me tell you. I can't drink because my race is on Sunday... and, okay, I totally plan on drinking AFTER my race... but still.. I think it'll be fine. This is the part that really sucks about my age. Drinking is just part of the life of a 20-something. Well, at least in my circle of friends... and my family... I ask you not to judge. ;)
Anyway, I'm excited for tomorrow's TKB and Yoga craziness. I need to kick my own ass a little. Tonight I'm going to ATTEMPT to run. The last 2 days my lungs have been absolutely KILLING me. I've woken up 2 nights in a row unable to catch my breath, gasping for air, and coughing up a storm. Sexy, right? Oh ya. Gah. So.. Wish me luck. I'm really freaking out inside about it. I really don't want to totally bomb this race.
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