Today I saw a number on the scale I said I'd never see again.
I'm pissed.
I'm disappointed in myself.
I feel fat, ugly and gross.
Marathon training is no excuse for crappy eating.
The 29 miles I've run so far this month...
The 25 miles I've biked...
Mean nothing.
I'm gaining weight.
I feel like I'm out of control.
Candy.
Brownies.
Ice cream.
French fries.
This is not where I wanted to be.
This is not how I wanted to feel.
This has to stop.
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