3 pairs

Last night I cleaned the office. I hurried home so I would be able to walk Jack. I LOVE the cooler temps. I do not love the fact that it is now getting dark before 8pm. He and I were on the road (sidewalk) at 7:10, we got back to the car at 7:50, and it was almost dark.

Last night I had a melt down after my shower. I am refusing to step on a scale right now. I have 3 pairs of pants that fit. My jeans, while they all fit, are not fitting the way that I like them to. I was venting to Mr. Clean and he thought I was blaming him, go figure. I wasn't. I just needed to express my frustration at myself.

I did this to myself. I own my responsibility. I am working out, I am being consistent. It's going to take time to undo the gain that I've created. However, it still frustrates me and makes me want to have a flat out tantrum in regards to the subject.

I've hit the point where I can't take it any longer. It's harder because I have someone who buys the groceries. I have 2 people who have food in the house that I purposely didn't keep in my condo. If it's there I eat it. I know I shouldn't but I get home from work, and I'm hungry. So I'm trying to be conscious. I am running. I am working out.

This has been coming for a while. It's just so flipping frustrating!!!!!