Today I laid in bed most of the day being a fat lump, but I kept thinking about how much energy I usually have once I start to drop some poundage. Thinking about losing weight is good because it means it's almost...DIET TIME. It's in the works anyway.
Lately I've been feeling so super shitty. I always do this to myself! I let my weight get to this level where every step feels like torture and then I'm all "hmm, maybe I should diet?" I still haven't flipped that magical switch in my brain that transforms "diet" to "lifestyle change" but I'm remaining optimistic that such a switch does exist and one day I'll find it. Maybe it's near the mythical G-Spot and I will kill two birds with one stone. Best.Day.Ever.
In other news, it's 4:17 in the AM and I'm awake.
P.S. Those pictures are all downloaded onto my work computer, so I'll repost that shit on Monday, if they don't give me a bunch of actual "work" to do.