I type out my neurotic blog, and Voila! Results. I can't say I was prepared for them... not at all. I'm fine. I'm more than fine, my numbers are perfect. Perfect. The only thing that could use a boost is my good cholesterol, and that was only slightly under the "goal" number. I'm fat because I love to eat the wrong foods and seriously lazy. Also? I'm going to have to work my ass off to lose the weight now, because there are no short cuts. Shit. It's definately like wow for me because how often does a morbidly obese 32 year old have healthy cholesterol?
So yeah, I feel like an ass for being my usual hyperchondriac self. In public even! Grrr. On another note, there is NO WHERE a dieting gal can go out for dinner. I ate a chicken wrap at Friendlys and sucked in 1300 calories. What the sweet fuck? Tomorrow my 1.3lb loss on the Wii will be a 5lb increase. Fuck fuck fuck. So not cool. But seriously I'll chalk it up to a moment of weakness in need of serious comfort food.
No, that doesn't help me justify it. I'll have to do an HOUR of Gilad tomorrow to try and balance it out. Fuck.
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