So I've been eating like a bear about to hibernate for winter lately. (Aside: being a bear must kick ass. People are terrified of you, you eat whatever you want, and you get to just sleep through the winter. I'm down.)
My anxiety demon (introductions in a future post) has been having a field day for the past few weeks. I actually had a panic attack Tuesday. I am an emotional eater, so I've been shoving all the food in my face.
I worked a crazy long day yesterday and figured I'd bite the bullet and weigh myself to see how much I've gained.
I lost two pounds.
I'm sorry, what? Like the day before I tore into a rotisserie chicken and ate a bag of rolls and two one pound sides. By myself.
The only thing that I can think of is that my anxiety has kept my heart rate high enough (because I haven't been working out at all) to keep me from gaining weight.
So...thanks, crippling anxiety?
But since it is holiday times, I'm going to be the cliche for the eleventy thousandth time and try to get my shit together come New Year's.
Now, I'm not really looking to get skinny...I just want to get back to where I'm comfortable. The weight I was before Citi. So that's about 25-30 lbs. Definitely doable in a year.
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