PANIC

I don't have much time, we have a client onsite this week - but I'll tell you this.

I've been entertaining clients for two days, I've been eating like an asshole and not exercising...I feel awful, like a fat slothy, slug.

I want to run. I need to run. I need to eat celery.

I weighed in today - just to check.

Up to 170 - exactly where I started 2 months ago.

WHAT?

How can I not lose 10 pounds in three months, that was the easiest goal ever.

I now have 25 days. Twenty-five. That is all.

I've very disappointed in myself because I know I could have tried harder and the only person I failed was myself.

Oh, and my doctor is going to rip me a new one.

I'm eating celery for the next 25 days. No one talk me out of it...it's gotta happen.  It's not about the weight anymore, it's about proving my asshole doctor wrong. I want to rub it in her face and not give her the satisfaction of making me feel like a fat guilty asshole.

Will be run/walking after work today - if anyone wants to join. Call me! If you come, we'll walk!

Love you guys....time for some tough love, so quit going easy on me.

170....sheesh. wtf.