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3.05.2004 Weight: 274Mood: well, it could be worse Let's see -- two months of insane activity trying to work on this frigging contract document, worry about Lyndon's lack of a job, the day job workload, trying to write at night -- yeah, it was a nightmare. So I didn't go to the gym, and put on 10 pounds. Bleah. But I'm trying to take it off again (and it IS coming off slowly), and as of this week I started going to the gym on a regular basis (and my arms and torso want to secede as a result, they hurt so much). I don't have the money to do Atkins right now -- the bars are frigging expensive, and so is the meat. I'm trying to keep an eye on my carb intake, and it's not as fast as Atkins but it is slowly working. I WAS 278 at my highest point, and I'm bloated as hell from the oncoming crimson tide at the moment, so there is forward progress. Thing is, I hate being fat, I really do. I feel unattractive, and it's hard to do stuff like fencing (and totally forget about things I WANT to do, like rock climbing). But with the sheer stress levels of my life right now, the only thing I want to do when I get home is crawl into bed, sink into my own head and get away from everything. Needless to say, this is not conducive to weight loss. Bah. Life sucks, and hurts, and I just have to deal with it. |
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