I had thought that moving to Baltimore would kick my body transformation in high gear. I would be walking everywhere, doing a work study at a yoga studio, and climbing 60 stairs, daily. Well, I often have big dreams, with small results. And in this case, by small results, I mean epic fucking failure.
I have been walking everywhere, when I leave the house. I haven't been anywhere near a yoga studio. I discovered pork roll in a grocery store, and got way too excited about a delicious piece of home, found where it couldnt be found. And, I also discovered old bay chicken wings. And then, I split my favorite jeans.
Initially I justified it saying that my ass is just too awesome for my old navy jeans; they couldn't handle it, and after a few years of service, they tapped out. Then I got my head out of the fridge, and realized, I just split my fucking pants. I have never, ever had that happen in my life. Even at my heaviest of 240lbs I didnt split pants. So, I hopped on the scale to assess the mass level of my awesomeness. In the 7 weeks that I have lived here, I have gained 15lbs.
15 pounds. That's 2.14lbs a week!! No wonder Im so goddamned tired!
So, today I had an english muffin and grapefruit for breakfast, with some peanut butter. We're having salmon for dinner. I'm trying to figure out my login to MyFitnessPal. I'm going to yoga today. I've got 5 different yoga apps, one is going to get this ass back in gear. Wish me luck!
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