right where i started
i guess i shouldnt put too much pressure on myself. no one should. at least that’s what i’ve been reading all around.
with the pandemic, anxiety at top levels, no being able to trust anything, having to workout at home, etc, it should feel OK to not have moved on my weightloss journey. but i dont.
i’ve actually took a couple os steps. started on a new diet, lost a few pounds. but then gained everything again. i havent been drinking waterm havent been able to drag myself up to the gym, which is now open.
it’s really comfortable. not going to the gym, staying in, binging on one tree hill (i cant believe keith died and i hate dan), wearing sweats, drinking hot cocoa.
but now summer is approaching. and not only there’s and expectation, but i live in brazil. IT’S REALLY HOT YOU GUYS. i cannot leave the house in jeans, sweats, anything that covers my legs. and my legs look awful, once again. workint out in pants is terrible but i cannot wear those tiny shorts anymore. they do not fit me anymore and again, my legs are horrendous.
anyway. it’s comfortable not doing anything until it’s REALLY uncomfortable going out. when my stomach pops out cause i’ve eaten too mich gluten and didnt drink any water all day. when i look at myself and not see ANY CHANGE in my body for the last year, even though i’ve been trying.
i started a new meal plan. my new nutricionist doenst want me saying i’m a compulsive eater. that’s supposed to make things easier. i’ve been on it for 2 weeks but last week didnt count. i ate a lot of shit during the week. but ok, new week, i’m trying again. giving the chance. already desperate.
i really dont know i=what i’ll do if this doesnt work.




















