I decided to stop weighing in every morning like I did for most of last year, and just weigh myself on Mondays. Maybe Monday isn't the right day, since they're depressing enough already without the added fuel.
Anyway, I weighed myself this morning, and despite jogging at least four days a week for the past two weeks, I'm still gaining weight. It's frustrating enought to cause me to really want to quit. Jogging isn't easy for a fatass like me. My legs and back are always screaming in pain. I find myself having to constantly stretch out my calves because they ache so damned much. And to be dealing with all of that, and still gaining weight, it's really, f***ing depressing.
What's weird about the backward momentum is that up until I stepped on that scale, I was feeling pretty good about myself and the progress I had managed to make. I'm getting to the point where I don't feel good if I don't run. I think the running helps relieve the stress and fights my constant tendency towards mopiness. Because of all that, I think I'll keep at it.
I guess I just have to stop eating so damned much. Apparently, I can't outrun myself, but I sure can out eat myself. But my stomach is grumbling right now as I type this. Ugh.