Another weekend with Tiffany, another intensely bingey weekend. The crap I ate... jesus. Before the weekend I decided that I was going to take a pass food wise this weekend, as per usual when Tiff and I hang out. I always weigh in with a significant gain after each weekend like that, but have been lucky to lose all the gain plus some the week after. And now that the fun weekend is over I feel appropriately disgusting, bloaty, and gross with the added fun of PMS compounding my physical misery. On top of ALL that is that it suddenly dawned on me that my metabolism is shit right now, I can't kill it at the gym for the next week to offset the food I ate this weekend, and I am probably going to be a small age losing the weight I undoubtedly gained this weekend. I feel like kicking myself. I am absolutely done with these binge weekends. It is a tradition that needs to be killed. It is unhealthy for both of us, and I always feel disgusting afterwards.
In somewhat related news, I think I am going to try doing the recumbent bike at the gym this week. Yes, I am still supposed to be wearing my cast all the time (which I really haven't been... hopefully that doesn't come back to bite me in the ass), but I absolutely need to get back into my gym routine and I need to get my cardio endurance built back up. My cast is way too big to wear on the bike so I think if I wear my small brace I should be good. It will keep my ankle locked in place and not bending, and if I use my heel (rather than the ball/toes of my foot) to propel the pedal it should be fine. Hopefully. I asked my parents (who are doctors) and they seemed to think that I can give it a try. If it hurts or is straining my foot I stop, but if it feels okay then I am good. Fingers crossed it works out tomorrow.
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Hunger: Oh dear god, seriously?
Body Image: Very very not pretty
General disposition: Crabby
Song of the day: Everybody Learns From Disaster by Dashboard Confessional
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