[Aoife]

Over the weekend we had a house guest, so I didn't work out at all and ate crap. I can call each day 1 point, but by evening we had pulled out the alcohol which I had decided to abstain from till I was back under 130. I don't drink much, but it's the principle of it... which I basically just tossed aside and said fuck it, I'm eating cake and shit anyway.

However whilst I'm feeling all crappy and whatnot on the health and fitness front when it comes to my progress concerning weight and goals, I'm not really in too much of a funk. I've gotten in a fair amount of painting, I'm redesigning my website all by myself and not only groking this stuff, I'm doing a pretty damn good job of it, and I'm managing to keep my house at a certain level of clean and organized (even if it's not the highest level there is...).

I just get irritated with myself sometimes. I hit 160 this weekend after an evening of mimosas, cake, pizza, etc. I've officially tossed back on me another 35 pounds, and certainly there's not too much of that I can call muscle. I thought I was in the right headspace to keep myself in that groove, that place of looking and feeling good. Apparently not, and that just sucks. I'll get over it. Just paying the consequences.