Monday, February 27, 2012
I. Am. Disgusting. It's true - I'm totally and utterly gross. I hate to obsess about my weight, but I can't get away from it. I can't hide from it. I move an inch and am faced with my obnoxious body. There's no pretending. I wish it was as easy as convincing myself that I was thin or that I could wish myself into smaller clothes, but that's not reality.
This has been a public service announcement.....
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Yes, I've reached the top - my top weight, that is. I'm not proud of it, but that's where it stands right now. My home scale is about 4 lbs more than the scale at a doc's office on Tuesday. I choose the doc's scale number instead, but
it's still higher (tell it like it is) I'm still fatter than I've ever been. There's no reason I should weigh less. I am eating horribly and not exercising. So much for a fresh start. Am I the only one who has less motivation than a cinder block?