Well, not literally, anyways.
I decided not to weigh in on Friday after all, and after the damage I did in Pismo, I didnt weigh in on Monday either. As long as I lose SOMETHING this week, I'll consider it a success.
I sometimes wish I had the magic Fat Fairy who could come and make all my chubb dissappear. But I also am beginning to wonder if its more the journey of "finding myself" that matters more than actually being thin. Will all my problems solve themselves when I am skinny? Nope. I'll still have a truck payment and I will still love ice cream.
After Pismo I had a hard day on Monday. It was difficult to get up and get back on track. Ate 2 P+ over plan, and I'm tryinnnnnggggggg not to eat any WP's this week since I did so bad at the beach.
It amazes me how one or two off days can totally undermine the last 4 weeks worth of work. And I realize I will suffer with this 'fat person' syndrome forever. Man, I'd really love to be able to eat whatever I want and not worry about my weight. Maybe I should be careful what I wish for.
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