One of Hubby's other cousins posted some of her photos from the wedding we went to last Sunday and, much to my dismay and horror, my face looks way too round and double-chinned in a few of them. I have not been thrilled with my body lately. I am not a stress eater with 1 noteable exception. When I am sad, I eat chocolate like nobody's business. Since I have been quite sad since early January, I have ingested far too much chocolate - sometimes handfuls a day. And it shows. My pants are a bit snug and now apparently my face is showing it too.
So I must and I mean MUST get myself and my act together. Enough of this eating like crap. Hubby doesn't eat like crap. G doesn't eat like crap. I'm not half as bad as many people but my days of being able to eat whatever I want and not gain a couple of pounds are OVER.
I need to try to wrestle out that gym time a couple of days a week (I've been better lately except this week - but not consistently enough). And I need to get outside on the weekends and MOVE. C'mon weather, enough with these winds and rains and general lousy New England non-spring.
Ugh. I know I am in better shape than the average bear and at my size, am in no way overweight. But I'm not happy and with my history of anorexia, I better get my act together before I do something stupid. I skipped lunch twice this week - I'm rapidly marching towards that road of stupidity and danger.
UGH. UGH.
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