okay, so, after a couple of false starts, i stepped on the scale yesterday morning and came face-to-face with the number "199." scared shitless (i swore to myself years ago i would NEVER, EVER, EVER, cross that line again), i immediately went for a half-hour run, then walked on the beach for half an hour, then went for a bike ride, then came to work. here's what i consumed yesterday:
a few coffees.
dinner: a grilled chicken breast on top of salad, with carrots, a bit of cottage cheese, and trail mix.
later, during work, i snacked on two hard-boiled eggs, and a couple of handfuls of peanuts, plus three pints of water throughout my shift, and a soda water at the end of my night.
not a bad start. i'm committed. i'm scared. and i'm angry at myself for letting it get to this point again. stupid addictive personality be damned...
(also, i did 50 push-ups and 50 crunches.)
it's a start...
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