Lately I've been staying up later than PCP-usual, and this week I haven't had any downtime. My diet's most recent incarnation threw me for a loop because it's more food than I've been used to planning for (fish for breakfast?) AND I felt like my body was going into reverse—not at all aided by the fact that smaller boobies make my waist appear larger. (Although my arms look good. Sizzle.)Then today I woke up and voila! Belly fat was starting to go away! Better mood! (Perhaps this had something to do with my not eating handfuls of grapes after I had already had my allotted 180 g of nighttime fruit while Pacato yelled "weigh it!" from the other room. At least one of us is trying to make sure I follow the rules.)
Though . . . I am a little disturbed that the height of my mood is dictated by the size of my belly. Minus one point for feminism. Plus one for my therapist. There, I shared my feelings.
Ha ha! Great post Emily, I read it out loud to my boyfriend who laughed!
ReplyDeleteFunny! D knows all too well that bloaty = grumpy for me. So goes the curse of being female, I guess.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you're on an upswing 'cause you're looking all kinds of fabulous in your photos!!
You know, everytime I've noticed a large belly on me or a PCPer, the following week they have amazing progress. It's a mystery to me but watch it happen to you too.
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