I’m officially angry. Yesterday, I had my normal cereal and fiber one bar for breakfast, followed by a run, a protein drink with a half-banana after said run, a slice of bread with lunchmeat and cheese for lunch with some organic chips, a taste of Liam’s ice cream and a little granola as a snack, then chicken and pasta for dinner followed by a half-cup of ice cream for dessert. In addition to my run, we walked all over the PA Renaissance Faire grounds yesterday, with me pushing a 25-pound stroller most often containing a 22-pound little boy. There’s no way I should have gained anything.
This is the kind of thing that causes me to start thinking, “then why bother?” I feel like no matter what I do, I can’t lose this weight, and that gets very discouraging. I’m going running at my parents’ tonight, regardless of who is there or what is going on. I’ve GOT to lose this weight!