I’m in a period of avoiding my friends a little bit. I’ve come so far and I don’t want to be sidetracked by muffins and macaroons and lattes; I dread having a day of fun only to check the scale the next day and see that I’m five pounds heavier. I don’t care if it’s just “food passing through my system” and “it’s impossible to gain that much weight in one day”. Those kind of wonky numbers mess with my head and really throw me off. It’s this state of mind that I’m referring to that I want to avoid. The only state of mind I want is the fiery “I CAN DO THIS” accompanying a kickass workout session or a particularly good run.
And anyway, if my friends really love me, they will understand that I had things on my plate.
Bad pun, I know Dx