To steal an all-too-applicable phrase from Laura’s blog – my Inner Fat Girl has come to visit.
We’ll call her IFG for short – and I’m hoping that *visit* is the correct term to use and that she isn’t here to stay.
I know for sure that IFG has taken hold of me this week, especially since I sit here typing and munching a Fairytale Brownie – my third one this week. Ever had one of these things? DON’T. They take hold of your taste buds and your psyche and never let go. They are evil little squares of sugar and fat.
I have been an emotional eater all week. And it just fosters the cycle that I set up for myself. I feel like crap and am stressed ~ so I eat like crap ~ then I feel like bigger crap. And the cycle repeats itself until I give IFG the boot and get back on track.
Sometimes that takes longer than others, and this week it has been especially long. I haven’t run since Sunday, but I sure have managed to consume enough calories to sustain a small country.
I have looked in the mirror all week and been disappointed in how my clothes fit, yet I refuse to do anything to kick IFG to the curb. Instead, I keep feeding her and she continues to keep me from exercising….and I end up HERE. Stressed, tired and frustrated.
I haven’t even been near the scale – that would just make me feel worse. It would remind me that I am still 20 pounds over my goal weight and am doing nothing to get myself closer to it.
Of course, I could just sit here and be mad at Marcy….who is able to eat like crap and still be a skinny little thing :P YUP, that’s what I think IFG and I will do this afternoon…..sit here and be disgruntled.
Sooner or later Micheline will come over to my blogland and bust my chops and tell me to send IFG packing. I might even get a much-needed kick in the arse.