I eat like a freakin' piggie.
I just came back from my 2nd vacation in 5 weeks, and I feel HUGE. I've gained 6 lbs over the last five weeks or so. Well, I weighed myself mid day and so it might not be quite that much, but to say the least, I feel like shit.
I watched Dan's two cousins (they're 8 and 11, so they're more like nephews) eating, and their parents have to beg them to finish their plates. These two boys are really picky eaters and just aren't interested in food. I'm staring at them while they eat like, "what the hell?" -- I wish I could have that much disinterest in food. Seriously. I wish someone would be like, "Jenn, you should eat some dinner or something," and I would say, "Oh yeah, well... I guess a little something, I'm not really hungry." Or I could say, "I don't like cheese." Or, "Nah, not really feeling the stuffing today."
Seriously, I hate it and I'm PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW.
I am getting right back on the fucking horse tomorrow, 'cause I just can't do this anymore. My pants hurt, my arms are big and I spent seven days staring at Dan's sister Christina who is 30, has a daughter and looks AMAZING. I'm younger, I've never had a kid and I've never looked as good as she does. It's ridiculous.
She's on the left here:
Oh and did I mention Terry, who is on the right in that photo? She's got 2 kids, and she's in her 40's. I wanna stab myself in the face.
I will be keeping you posted, but y'all... I'm totally renewed in my quest. You should be seeing some kick ass weight loss numbers in the up and coming weeks.