And then I (1) got complacent and took a "break" (yeah, y'all know how that goes) (gained 5lbs) and (2) got injured (I hope y'all do not know how that goes) (see below). I haven't had any consistent effort in the gym since hurting my back in February. I went to the gym twice last week and spent the long weekend either in bed or walking around in pain.
FGvW would say "don't worry; focus on what you can do." Robby, however, is all whiny and depressed. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd feel a loss of self, of identity without being able to work out and be strong. I also feel like I have nothing new to say and/or that everything I do say is either "I'm injured" or "I'm depressed."
So yeah, you see two paragraphs up where I say I went to the gym? Well I made the mistake of jumping on a scale after a weekend of...shall we say.... indulging...
not happy at all
I can't use the same equation that I used over the past few years to lose the weight. My back dictates what I can and can't do as well as what I should and shouldn't do.
I know that I should watch what I eat, eliminate junk from my diet (including alcohol), and do what I can, when I can. But right now I'm kinda stuck in a loop of feeling sorry for myself (for good reason!) and feeling unsure about my future prognosis. This makes ice cream look especially delicious.