I'm soooo sick. Terrible bronchial infection and a fever. I'm at work AND I walked my 5k today. I'm feeling fat and God forbid I miss a day of movin' my booteh. I had a dream that I was super fat and it depressed me for a couple of days, heck I'm still depressed. My body got in great shape while in NY for 10 days, I ate very well and walked around 100 blocks a day. I felt and looked great when I returned. I returned to work stress and then excuses for bad eating started. "I'll only do this today." Now 6 weeks later and I can see and feel the fat. Ick.
Today I'm back on the Primal wagon. I gotta kick the grains and sugar again. I feel like a heroin addict - where's my methadone? I will eat a ton of protein in the next couple of days, I need to get into the state of ketosis in order for my food cravings to end and my appetite to drop. I'm going to hate the next three days, but I recognize that when its done I'll feel better.
I have no rhyme or reason for the boot pics. Maybe it's because I need a kick in the ass?? *wink
