I am seriously backsliding. And discouraged. And being discouraged feels bad, so I'm pushing aside the discouragement for something that doesn't hurt as bad, like maybe apathy.
Not a great choice, I know.
I am still on the sweets only Saturday and Sunday bandwagon, although I am struggling some with portion sizes, particularly with starches and cheese. But exercising - exercising has been non-existent.
Every morning I wake up and my nose is cold and I snuggle deeper under the covers and say "Maybe I'll run later." And later never comes.
Many sighs.
The number: 252
