Yesterday was a weird day. I was still intermittently nauseous from the debacle the night before, but I got up, drank my usual two cups of coffee, and went off to work. After arriving at work, I realized that the nausea was getting worse (the coffee probably didn’t help), and, after a couple of hours, I decided to go home for the day. I took a nap, and after that I felt better, so I got the usual cheeseburger and fries from P. Terry’s to celebrate my temporary freedom from my godawful job. Later at night, I decided that since I’d thrown up the ice cream I’d consumed the night before, I deserved some sugar, so I drove to HEB and got some of the chocolate-covered almonds I’ve mentioned too often during this project. But, I didn’t stop there. I got some of the single-server containers of ice cream. And a frozen pizza…

Surprisingly, I weigh the same today as I did yesterday. For reasons I don’t yet understand, I sometimes get away with eating too much. In terms of the weekend, though, I may gain a little bit of weight. I owe the friend I’m visiting tonight pizza, and, knowing her, there will probably be some sort of dessert. I’m going to P. Terry’s again tomorrow because the shake of the month is Reese’s peanut butter and chocolate, and I guess I’m succumbing to the time-sensitive offer despite only being a week into June.

I need to get back on track starting Monday, though. I’ve been stuck at about 245 pounds for a while now, and getting down to 230 pounds would provide a huge boost of motivation to finally get it together. I’ve been so sloppy lately, and I think much of that is due to the stress of my shitty job. The job situation eventually has to change, but for now I’m kind of stuck, and I have to just keep plugging away until something better comes along. It isn’t good for me, though; it’s too much chronic stress, but I’m working on digging myself out of it.

I need to stop going to HEB except for the planned grocery shopping trips on weekends. Every time I go there during the week, I tend to pick up something that’s bad for me, and that’s because I’m so frustrated with my job. There are obviously healthier ways to deal with that frustration, but my go-to has always been a pint of ice cream or some chocolate. I’d obviously be better served by going to the gym or getting some sort of exercise at home, but I tend to opt for the quick and easy solution, and that’s part of why losing weight is such an up-and-down battle for me. I guess it’s time to start using smarter weapons in that battle.