Week 2 of the worst experiment ever went um... horribly? By day 2 of the second week I had pretty much over analyzed myself to the point that I couldn't figure out if I was hungry, emotional, or just plain over thinking everything. I should have been a psychiatrist. I can totally picture myself next to a couch somewhere listening to everyone's problems and totally relating. It's probably good I didn't.. In college intro to psychology I diagnosed over half my friends and family with some sort of personality disorder.
Anyways.. the worst experiment ever would probably work wonderfully for someone who didn't work, didn't have kids, didn't live in a society where meals happen at defined times, and never heard of chocolate or ben and jerry's. I'm not that person. I got tired of eating cold eggs because I had to buy breakfast before 9 and I couldn't convince my body I was hungry until 10:15.
It's not all bad though. I got off the experiment. Spent a day or two convincing myself that my body was retarded and went on the low carb high fat road because it's worked every other time in my life that I've managed to stick with it. That is until I get pregnant... then all bets are off. Babies love carbs. In an effort to keep with it I even started an Instagram account so I can post daily little things without having to convince work that Fatsecret isn't a porn site and lets face it.. sometimes posting pictures of your latest thing cooked in butter with bacon wrapped around it is fun. Also, a picture is worth a million and one words.
Tonight's picture/inspiration.. Calf muffin tops. Yes that's a thing. I have them. I'm not lying. When I put on my barn boots the stretchy top that's supposed to snuggly hug your calfs so things don't get in there hugs mine so fiercely that my calves have.. muffin tops. My goal weight is where my calves don't have muffin tops. Ideally I would like them to be so slim and muscular and defined that things get into my boot. I welcome random silage and things. Just so long as I don't get a muffin top and a lovely little defined line where the boots once where for the remainder of the night.. seriously.. who needs more motivation than that??
