Brandon, Who Lives At Home

(I probably will after this, the irony, ugh!) Let's just get right into this. The last few weigh ins I've just kind of announced where I'm at and have moved on without any other context, or feedback on the matter. With the weight that I am, and the amount Ive been losing, the numbers just don't seem worth celebrating. I feel neutral initially, then disappointed later in the week. Without further ado, last week I weighed 481, this week I am 477. That's 4 pounds down. There's that number again.... Moving on. I've been feeling extremely exhausted all day. I feel like a snake, like a have to slither to move, and I feel weak. Perhaps I haven't been eating enough. My appetite has been nonexistent, my battle with depression just took it out of me, I'm kind proud of this. This only helped me. Had this been a year ago I would have ate, my depression would have triggered the opposite effect. Somehow I've changed my mind~ Having my nephew over today w...

I'm still at my buddies I will be leaving tomorrow. I didn't do my miles yesterday, or today. And my eating has been off, not terrible, I wouldn't even say bad, but just off. I don't think I'll be coming as much and as long in the future. I don't think my lifestyle change is taken seriously enough, I feel encouraged to slip. I definitely perform  100% better at home, I could make better choices here, but it's like the temptation is built into the walls.  I like hanging with my friends (I think) but not at the cost of moving backwards, I promise guys it's back to business tomorrow. Here's some good news, some TMI. One of the reasons I used to hate coming here were the toilet. They are comically small, and freakishly low to the ground. Uncomfortable doesn't begin to explain my discomfort. This discomfort now has drastically changed into something a lot more civilized and I owe it all to what I've been doing the past month. So February is of...