This edition of Sunday confessions will be served with a side of bitter thoughts and stale ass attitude.
My eating habits were HORRIBLE. So horrible that I had to use caps lock.
I didn’t go to the gym at all this week. Didn’t even bother to go for any walks or do any exercise at home.
I ate a banana at Walmart and didn’t pay for it. I didn’t have the money and I was starving (I plan on buying an extra banana next time and just leaving it).
I hated my fiancé about 10 times this week and fantasized about smashing his phone over his huge head.
I did something that maybe wasn’t very nice.
I rolled my eyes again at my friend’s pictures and wished they were in my position for a second.
I also wished I had made better choices.
I said I would post pictures tomorrow and I will but I’m fatter than ever. Like I mentioned in my previous post I’m an emotional eater and right now I’m just eating to forget.
I’m not even hungry but there I am just staring aimlessly into the fridge, grabbing junk, and stuffing my face. It’s like I don’t care anymore but I do.
I swear I want this lifestyle change. I want to be fit and healthy. I want to be able to have self-control, will power… How is it that even after hitting rock bottom on so many levels I still can’t say enough?
I keep saying and promising that tomorrow will be better, this week will be better, hoping that something will happen…
Maybe tomorrow will be different.