The REAL issue though, is all the noms. Every damn day there's some kind of sweeties delivered to work. Or someone brings in lunch for the department. (And you know it's not salad.) Or I say "I'm getting Starbucks today because it's totes a spend-$5-on-coffee kind of day". Or I eat the shit out of a candy cane.
I suckled it into a weapon.
I've always been allll about moderation, but I haven't been following my own advice this season. The point is, even though I've still been running and gymming, albeit not quite as much as normsies, I've been eating shittily (totes a word).
Pretty sure I haven't stopped eating for the entire month.
Because I've been eating shittily (the more I say it, the better it sounds), I feel shitty. I'm tired and irritable. And my skin breaks out. A lot. Like a tween. It's not cute, y'all. How am I supposed to woo an older man who has his shit together when my skin looks like I'm jailbait? We gotta fix this shit, stat.
What your skin breakouts mean by location.
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I found this on Pinterest ages ago and it's pretty spot on for me.
(Get it? Spot on? Hah!)
I've found the above chart to be so accurate it's scary. I've mostly had chin breakouts with a few bumps-but-not-full-blown-megazits on my forehead, and what does that signify? Stomach issues. BINGO. Eat fewer toxins. I've always had a bit of a weak stomach, meaning I get the shits a lot (you're welcome for that), so I can't say I'm entirely surprised. Better out than in, amirite?
So now that I've gotten to the bottom of it, really I just need to commit to eating totally clean and quit my bitching (shit or get off the pot, as they say). It's better in the long run for me, and I actually quite like healthy food. That way when I really want to have some junior mints or go out drinking, it will take less for me to be satiated rather than having a tolerance built up so I have to eat more and more to feel satisfied.
Plus, I'd love for my skin to not look like I have pullout posters from Teen Bop magazine hanging on my walls. Kthx. And Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.