#selfdisciplinegoodbyeeeee

Cold weather means that all I want to do is eat fatty carb-y meals and drink hot chocolates. It almost means that I am more reluctant to strip down to my gym gear and do my daily exercises. Except, I do derive some joy out of exercising in that I actually get warm because my room is the coldest out of the four in the flat - my Raynaud's is a bitch. I actually cannot feel my feet sometimes. 

But I will not be tempted to increase my intake because it will be a slippery s l o    p      e. I gained about a kilo this weekend from the amount of food that I ate with E. and it's taken me a day to get rid of it and go back to where I was, which makes me think that most of the weight gain was from being bloated/fluid retention. So thereeeee, junk food is bad for you. Also, I felt pretty icky for a day or so. A little part of me is slightly glad that we're probably doing long distance for another year because I swear, the moment we start living together in the same city, my waistline will expand again.

I'm actually quite surprised that given the amount that I ate and the lack of exercise that I was only six kilos heavier 

I take that back. That is a lot... I refuse to get to those proportions again.