So I stepped on the scale Sunday. It was a number I had never seen before. 225. Two hundred and twenty five pounds. I swore to myself that if I ever reached that weight I would do whatever I had to do to drop back to the more desirable 165-170. I don't know how I ever reached this size. How is it that I could see myself getting fatter and just accept it? I guess because it is easier that way. There is always so much to do or worry about that spending time exercising or eating right is last on my priority list. This week I decided to write down every single thing that went into my body so I could break it down and analyze what I was doing wrong. I say, before you can fix it you have to understand it. So before I loose the weight, I have to understand how I am gaining it. Well, needless to say, this has been a very interesting and eye opening week. I decided that I am going to use this blog as a weight loss journal. This should be interesting. ( For me at least. Who cares if YOU are interested. I'M THE FATTY HERE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE OK! ) *sniff*
4 comments:
hey! what a great idea. :) and to make it even better i'm sure it will help any of us who are lacking motivation get on the ball too!
Good luck to us all!
Been there myself. Only it was when I realized I was graduating from a size 18 to a size 20. (In male terms...I was going from like a 38/40 to a 42...probably.) That's when the disgust set in.
I know this is an OLD post... but I had to comment because just 2 nights ago I decided it was just easier to be fat. This staying thin thing is hard work... but I can't regain the weight... so I will just work and stay where I am. But I have to just say... it is easier to be fat. Last night at my firends house I was saying that and her hubby (who weighs probably 375ish) says, "AMEN!!!"
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