if you were wondering where i went, i am here now, and that's what matters.
for the past four days, i have been struggling through a heartache seeing as my guy and i broke up wednesday. it's better now, we aren't together, but we're civil and talking appropriately. i will always love him, he is truly a special soul.
now moving on, i spent the next day in bed, all day, all night. i barely ate, but what i did eat, was bad.
i also skipped the gym.
the next day, i picked myself up, and went to the gym. i released so much built up aggression i've had and just took it all out on the machines.
i ate bad then too.
well, friday i decided to weigh myself. i accounted i probably gained weight, and it probably went up enough to nearly disqualify for the challenge.
nope. i dropped three pounds.
so i took it as motivation. i reached twenty thousand steps on my fitbit, and i have gone to the gym in between working doubles.
and again this morning, dropped one pound.
sorry for being absent guys, but i'm back and really at it now