My butt. It hurts. So much.

Clearly my inability to walk correctly is God's way of telling me I need to do squats and lunges more than once a month. I swear, my upper body is looking just lovely from all of the upper body lifting I've been doing. I am going to shoot for two days of this stuff starting next week.

So my entry from a few days ago should probably be explained, but I don't wanna. I felt as though it was necessary to share how ugly it still gets in my head sometimes. Not to pretend that everything is all accepting and perfect over here. What set it off was, indeed, a series of unflattering pictures combined with an initially unexplained weight gain of seven pounds. In five days. I knew that it was irrational to think it was a permanent sort of weight gain, but still. You start seeing evidence that you're creeping back into the 150s again after a year and it would set you off, too. Especially since without maintenance, the 180s and 190s aren't too far behind.

It doesn't happen that fast, mind you, but you get the idea.

Thankfully - or un-thankfully, actually - I've actually been suffering from a wretched case of digestion issues, the result of a diet that doesn't include really any breads or grains and me running out of fiber supplements. My weight is returning back to normal, and I'm feeling less like a frat boy and more like myself. So yes, it was an easily explainable situation, and maybe one, had I calmed down a second earlier, would have reasoned out. Just the same, I'm not going to beat myself up for freaking out since, you know, it happens.

You know my motto: move on.

Have a great weekend! I'm off to work and then yoga later tonight!

Posted by Erin at 07:24 AM | filed under: Ouch