For the last 3 weeks I have been running like a madman. 4-6 miles at least 5 times a week. Eating very low fat and healthy. And I gain weight? Oh, depression. Stay away. It frustrates me. I work so hard at trying to be good to my body and it reacts as if I'm living with unhealthy habits.
This week I was in a rut after I weighed myself. I cried and moped around for a good 2 days. I didn't run. I just figured, what is the fucking point?
But my dark cloud is starting to lift again. And I have realized that I just have to stay determined to stay healthy and live healthy. The alternative is not on option if I want to live a full life. i just wish my weight goals did not have to be such a center of my life for so damned long.
But, alas. Here I am. I will conquer you, health. Just as I conquer everything else. I just need to stay positive.
