I have promised (on several occasions) to hide my scales. Every time I enter the bathroom, they call my name. The absolute lure of standing on the scales is beyond me. Okay...see...this is what I did...I ate a hamburger. A homemade juicy hamburger. With cheese. And pickles. Plus tomatoes, onions, and condiments: ketchup, mustard, and mayo. Not to mention, I ate fries. It was glorious. I reveled in every bite. Then...I had to pee pee. So, while I'm in the bathroom, where do my eyes fall? On the scales! As an overweight person, it is customary for me to strip down before I step on the scales...so, I did. Why the hell did I weigh in various spots in the bathroom only to read 270.6 at each weigh-in? What had I done?!?
My mind took on a whirlwind of images, including seeing myself on camera, unchanged. Now, I have had to regroup and get myself back on the path to doing the right thing. Today, when I weighed, it was down to 264.4...can you say "sigh of relief"? Anyway, I have...no MUST...remember the ultimate goal...to lose weight and learn how to eat without going overboard. Sure, I could have had the hamburger, but it should have been half the size of what I made it.
There are about three weeks left in this adventure...and I hope to lose more weight. I admit, I have been a bitch to my trainers: Kirby and Marques. The whole experience has taken me to a limit that I didn't think possible. Had you told me two months ago, I would do four sets of fifteent to twenty squats, I would have laughed in your face. Look at me, now.
Ladies, I have not been representing you all that well; however, these last three weeks, I will make sure to give it 100% without complaining (realize I am wearing a smirk and rolling my eyes.)
Peace
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