To be honest, I’m just glad I didn’t gain back any weight this week. I feel like I’ve hardly moved, let alone done anything to try to lose weight.
I feel, to be honest, like absolute shit at the minute. My mood is all over the place, and I hate my weight, and I hate my body, and I’m just very ugh about everything.
Considering I’m normally an eternal optimist and I usually have an, “I can do this! I can get over anything!” attitude about it, it’s kind of disconcerting.
All I want to do is sleep.
It’s probably something to do with hardly seeing daylight because it’s getting dark so early. I keep saying to myself that I’m going to get up early and go to bed early, but no matter how much sleep I get, if I get up early, I need to nap in the middle of the day, meaning I stay up later and…
My brain is failing me. I hate it.
I wish I lived in a climate where it was summer all year ’round. I miss sunlight and warmth.
And I miss exercising. I need my leg to get better so that I can at least get back to my Zumba class.