Frustration Fridays

That's what I'm calling Friday's from now on. Frustration Fridays. Frustration Friday's leave me Frazzled. I busted my ass at the gym this week. I went the full 6 days, I've been doing 60 minutes on the arc trainer, lifting weights, the whole nine yards. And I even accomplished my goal of no soda (perhaps the greatest miracle of all time). And the results of todays weigh in? 229.6. One measley pound.
I'm thinking this weeks focus has to be on eating habits. It's the only thing I haven't changed, and I left it alone for a reason. This is going to be the tough one. I like food. I eat when I'm upset. Lately, due to bff drama, I've been upset, and therefore pigging out. But I also don't think it's wise to just cut out everything unhealthy because, again, I'll be setting myself up for failure. That being said:
GOALS for week 3:
1) Continue with no soda. The temptation has gone down significantly over the past week, to the point where my cravings are incredibly bearable. Plus, I didn't lose my goal of 2 pounds. Therefore, no reward.
2) NO COOKIES. This is a problem for me. i like cookies a lot. and I work in an environment where i can have free cookies whenever I want. But maybe it'll be like the soda, and after this week I won't even want them anymore.
3) Gym 6 times a week, like usual. It's going to be more difficult, because I don't have the motivation from losing weight, but we have to do what we have to do.
If I meet these goals, hopefully I'll see some good results next friday. I think that losing weight is almost like math. Once you find the right formula, you're golden. But it's finding the right formula that's the ultimate challenge.

It's Valentine's day sunday. Last year, I had to work 3-close (which is 10 pm) because I was the only one who didn't request the night off. Read as: I was the only single person. This year, things have changed dramatically. I'm working 2-close. I've never actually been in a relationship for Valentine's day. FML. And unfortunately, it's one of those holiday's that isn't a lot of fun when you're single. Like Christmas, it sucks being single for Christmas too.

On a different note: last night I had a dream I wore a bikini. And I wasn't disgustingly fat in it. Ohhh, if only....

xoxo.