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We had a long winter here in Chiberia, though I don't really blame that on my weight gain as much as the job I've had since November and (up until this past month) having to commute a long way to it. I would have to get up at ungodly hours every morning to mostly sit down for 8 hours straight, then bear another long commute home. Naturally, by the time all that is done, I didn't want to do jack *****, so I would sit around binge eating sweet stuff. Now here I am: most of my pants don't fit and when I gain water weight, it looks like I'm pregnant (because my stomach just goes straight out, rather than evenly distribute).
Right now I'm wearing a waist cincher as I sit on my bed typing this, just so I can't feel the roll I've developed as much. I don't care if it pushes on my internal organs -- maybe it will crush my stomach so it stops developing into a bottomless pit. I'm so pissed at myself that I purchased a 10-class punch card at this women's fitness center not far from me. My first class is this Sunday (high intensity training outdoors).
As far as that demon known as food... I should just eliminate most of it entirely. I don't even remember the last time I ate any junk food (I stopped after I realized I couldn't fit into some of my pants). I'm considering eliminating meat entirely (temporarily, of course) and just eating/drinking plants and smoothies and coffee and water (both regular and sparkling). Maybe I can suppress my appetite by watching old episodes of Infested (hey, it's cheaper than buying actual appetite suppressants from GNC or Vitamin Shoppe).
I hate belly fat. I really do. I hate that my job and old residence have largely contributed to this disgusting flab that's threatening my wardrobe and bank account (no way am I buying all new clothes to "accommodate" this nasty *****). I wish I could cut the stuff off with a knife. I wish there was an easier way than working my body to death. I wish those stupid weight loss pills really worked or that laxatives and "cleanses" could eliminate this temporary problem like *snap* without potentially giving me more long-term problems.
I mean, it's not even that much weight to lose -- just enough so I can fit perfectly back into my pants and not look like I have a bun in the oven. God, I hate being chubby.
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