Top: Love Culture, $11
Jeans: Rue 21, $9
Boots: Old Navy, $30
Necklace: Forever 21, $8
Do any of you have that pair of pants that fits so perfectly (and by perfectly I mean they fit exactly at that weight you're at, and not one pound higher) that you can tell if you've gained weight just by putting them on? That's these pants.
I said it recently, but ever since my trip to Atlanta a few weeks ago, my diet has been all out of whack. Kristine describes it perfectly here, but it's like as soon as something in my life becomes stressful or out of place, it seriously affects my diet. And once I start eating poorly, it's just like I keep doing it. I don't just mess up for one day, I'll mess up for the whole week. It's really bad, it's compulsive, and just reflective of my afore mentioned addictive behavior to food. So this week, when I put these pants on, they were very obviously snug. Which, since these jeans literally have never had a lot of give in them for me, is not too big of a deal. But it just sucks putting on your normal clothes and realizing "Welp. The nachos I had three times last week certainly counted." And looking at the scale and seeing that inflated number due to added water weight (and nachos) is not fun either.
So this week, ever since Monday, I've been doing the first four days of this diet. You can read about it if you want, so I won't go into the details of it other than to say I've been living off of fruits and veggies for the last two days, and will be doing the same today. So yeah, I'm kind of grumpy. These photos were taken in the morning on day one of the diet, so I was still a happy girl.
I don't even know where I'm going with this post. My brain is a little frazzled. Must be the effects of eating all fruits and veggies. I have to say, this is really less about weight loss (I know how to lose weight. I don't need to starve myself to do it!) and more about getting in control of my eating again. I don't know how I let myself get so out of hand sometimes. It usually starts with sugar. I like healthy eating, as long as I can treat myself with something sweet once in a while. Which, under stressful situations, will start becoming more often than "once in a while". And then it's not even a treat anymore, it's something I compulsively grab when I'm stressed or want to be in control or something. I don't know. I did not mean for all of this to come pouring out of me when I started this post, so I'll stop now. Enjoy my face and the clothes I wore on Monday.