Remember when I said something about how if I cheat I'm only cheating myself? I was so bad this week, and it shows on the scale that hasn't moved in the right direction.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
It's okay though. I'm regrouping. I'm accepting my consequences and making new plans. 5 miles yesterday - yes, it was the hottest day of the year, at 106 or so. Yes, 2.5 miles were very uphill. Yes, it sucked balls. Yes, I felt awesome after it was over.
And then I took a cold shower and Jimi got in with me and when I was finished I opened the shower curtain to get a towel and there stood Jimi's brother and his friend, hollering out "Who's in the shower?" as I flashed them full frontal.
Oh, and my soaking wet panties, shorts, and tank top were strewn throughout the hallway, just enough to make sure they'd have to step over each piece to get to the living room.
They were like an hour early showing up to the house, for the record. I don't generally shower with my boyfriend with the bathroom door open and sweaty clothes all over the house when I'm expecting company imminently.
We all pretended like it didn't happen.
Two miles this morning, not uphill, and it's pretty cool and comfortable outside right now. I'm going to have to do that at least every morning before work. And I've gotta get serious about the upper-body toning - I don't know how else I'm going to melt away enough back-fat to get that fucking zipper closed.
My inches are moving, though, and in the right direction, even. Just not as quickly as I'd like. I wanted magic - two weeks in, I wanted that dress to fit perfectly and that scale to say beautiful things I've not seen since my (very) early twenties.
I want to eat cake and ice cream so bad. And an entire chocolate Easter bunny covered in a quart of peanut butter. Instead, I think I'm going to go to the grocery and stock up on a bunch of Paleo grub.
In other news, it's Sunday, but not just any Sunday - it's Sunday before a no-work Monday, which makes it like a Super Saturday. No bellyache at 6 o'clock tonight when I realize work is again looming on the horizon.