I've been hating my fat stomach for a while now. It used to be so nice and flat and now it's protruding out and I hate it. Charro says I have to change my thoughts and accept how it looks and that it's "not fat." Well, it's not at all how I want it to look. I was coming back from a run today, well, I went and sat with a friend while she had breakfast after our run, and I could see my stomach sticking out in every window I passed. I had to go to the bathroom, so that might have been the cause of some of it, but still, it was huge. I can't take it. I feel like I need to go work out again.
Of course Charro is not happy with my weight and says I need to gain weight and says, "Why do you always do this? You go up and then you come back down again." She didn't say it in those words, but that's sort of what she said. I tried to tell her that I haven't lost any weight and that it was just my clothes that weighed more. Oh, she pointed to where I need to be on the scale and I said, "If I took two sips of water I'd be there." She was like, "That's not how it works, I'm the specialist." I was thinking, "Ya, that's kind of how it works." Oh well. No WIF this Friday because I won't be going to my sesh.
We're finally getting some much needed rain, and a little storm that has knocked out my satellite TV.