Went to Venezia, ate overpriced tiramisu and drank overpriced cappuccino. Saw St Marco’s Square (in darkness) and some super pretty bridge. Got way lost in the winding streets of the city. Next week’s a three day weekend and I plan to spend at least two of those days back there.
I didn’t work for almost a month and a half and it was just like school vacation only better.
Then I came back to work and put on my pants…and they do not fit.
Forget the pasta, I’m eating greens and running until I fit in my pants again. I am a size 8, damnit. Not any higher. Uniforms are too expensive for that.
I’ve cleansed my living quarters of all things bad for me (except wine) (and I limit myself…?) and I’ve been running and biking daily for over a week but I’m up 2lbs?
What the heck body.
I have never in my life weighed this much and it’s disgusting. I feel disgusting now that I have mandatory things to do during the day instead of just napping on Mom’s couch and hanging out in coffee shops with friends.