Disappointment

My boyfriend, who I haven't seen in 6 months, was supposed to come visit me for the long holiday weekend. He missed his plane. I was devastated. I can't even describe the pain that I felt when I realized he wasn't coming. We re-booked his flight and he's coming next weekend.

Friday, I completely lost my appetite. I ate breakfast and I'd eaten some lunch. But I didn't eat anything for the rest of the day. When I woke up Saturday morning and realized that I was still alone and would be for another 7 days my first thought was screw all of this. I'm going to eat whatever the hell I want today.

Ironically, I didn't do that. I realized that going off on an eating binge wasn't going to solve anything and it wasn't going to get him here any faster. Instead, I worked out.

Although I've been complaining about how slowly my progress is going. I realized this weekend that my internal change is even bigger than the external one. Comfort doesn't come in the form of a hot fudge sundae or a cheeseburger. Comfort comes from within.

On the bright side, I have another 7 days to lose even more weight! He's not gonna recognize me!!!!