More yoga. I am actually kind of looking foward to yoga days. My back is starting to hurt less. I like that.
Today is my "cheat" day, and by cheat I mean fish sticks and fries, which will still be not that bad.
I like my progress so far. I have been pulling a no-no and weighing myself too much...no substantial weight loss yet, but at the same time it's hard to gauge. I measured my biceps the other day and they grew two inches in size...so I could be losing fat but putting on muscle.
Comparison shot:
There is a massive size difference. Also, a according to one site, a pound of fat burns 4 calories per day, a pound of muscle burns 50.
Not much else going on. Christine is on the verge of a mental breakdown...again...because her job is giving her shit hours and it's becoming harder and harder to afford her minimum credit card payments and student loans. I keep telling her that we will figure something out...but she doesn't listen to me. She gets really depressed and it's impossible to get through to her. Fantastic huh?
I am still in the running for that dispatcher job, but it's a slow process.
We need to win the lottery or something.
-Me
-Added-
Why the fuck do people feel they need to give me shit about the parking lot being full at the hotel?
It's not something I can fucking control, but they feel the need to give me shit about it.
I offered them a solution...park on the street, which has never been a problem in Summer, but apparently they feel the need to fucking be bitches about it.
I hate people. I really do...
and I am tired of working the weekend at this fucking place.
-Me
Today is my "cheat" day, and by cheat I mean fish sticks and fries, which will still be not that bad.
I like my progress so far. I have been pulling a no-no and weighing myself too much...no substantial weight loss yet, but at the same time it's hard to gauge. I measured my biceps the other day and they grew two inches in size...so I could be losing fat but putting on muscle.
Comparison shot:
There is a massive size difference. Also, a according to one site, a pound of fat burns 4 calories per day, a pound of muscle burns 50.
Not much else going on. Christine is on the verge of a mental breakdown...again...because her job is giving her shit hours and it's becoming harder and harder to afford her minimum credit card payments and student loans. I keep telling her that we will figure something out...but she doesn't listen to me. She gets really depressed and it's impossible to get through to her. Fantastic huh?
I am still in the running for that dispatcher job, but it's a slow process.
We need to win the lottery or something.
-Me
-Added-
Why the fuck do people feel they need to give me shit about the parking lot being full at the hotel?
It's not something I can fucking control, but they feel the need to give me shit about it.
I offered them a solution...park on the street, which has never been a problem in Summer, but apparently they feel the need to fucking be bitches about it.
I hate people. I really do...
and I am tired of working the weekend at this fucking place.
-Me
Wish I could help out Christine. I would say she should quit her job to find relief, but obviously that's not an option. I hope she stays strong and keeps on with it.
And yeah, fuck people. We all suck. I don't understand why common courtesy and decency isn't common at all, along with sense. It's infuriating.