It’s not easy losing weight while going through a breakup. I keep forgetting I’m no longer cooking for 2 so I’m eating double the dinners…
Now that I’m over the hump of the breakup I can stop gorging myself on wagon wheels and start eating healthy again. Not that wagon wheels aren’t healthy, I’m sure there’s real strawberries in that jam.
A breakup is the best time to work on yourself and get all fit and sexy for the next lucky (or unlucky) lady. And that’s what I’ve been doing, even though my urge to eat my feelings occasionally shows its bastard head.
Thankfully, I’ve lost some of that water weight that I’ve been reluctant to let go of, via the form of crying my soul out most nights. But now that the tears have dried up, I need to start sweating the water out instead, via the form of (wait for it…) exercise. Eugh.
My friends have told me that I need to get laid, which I guess would not only help the whole moving on from my ex thing, but also add to the exercise. Not that I burn many calories the way I have sex. #ILiterallyJustLieThere #PillowPrincess.
I’ve recently quit my job to make it as a writer which means that a) I’m living my best life and b) I can no longer afford the heating, so at least my shivering will burn some calories.
I find that after a breakup is the best time to lose weight and do some most excellent work on self-improvement and self-development. I’ve lost 3 stone this year and 6 since my fattest a few years ago, so am well on my way to being “peak” Jenna, (hello ladies… *tilts fedora hat*).
They say that you are the sum of the 5 closest people you hang out with. E.g. if you hang out with 5 alcoholics, then you’ll be the 6th. Well, my 5 closest friends all have either a sexy house, a sexy car or a sexy body.
Fingers crossed I get at least one next year!