I woke up today knowing that I hadn't lost anything.
Yes, before I dared to put a toe on the scale I could feel that I hadn't lost, not a pound, not even an ounce.
How can I know that? ...you ask.
I've been overweight (I wanted to say fat but I'm working on - eliminating - self-disparagement) for most of my adult life. I KNOW my body - heck, most of the time I'm the one not taking care of it.
So with serious trepidation I tiptoed down the stairs and dared to disappoint myself.
I was right.
Not a darn thing. The scale hadn't moved.
Maybe it's broken?
I'd certainly be worn out if I was getting stepped on by a 300 pound girl almost daily.
But alas, I'm sure the scale is correct.
Bright side (I'm TRYING here, people):
I didn't gain.
Not a pound, not even an ounce.
Good for me...blah blah blah.
I will say it's good in that I'm not giving up today. I'm eating my eggs and bacon, I'm writing in my diary, I'm keeping my appointment with my trainer...
Good for me.
Because I have goals.
So let's talk about that - setting goals.
No, I mean it, later today I'll write again. Right now I don't have it in me to share the importance of setting goals.
No one asked for the truth, but I'm giving it anyway.
Till next time!
Starting Weight: 306.4
Goal Weight: 150
Today's Weight: 304
Total Lost to Date: 2.4
© 2012 Dear Diary, I'm Fat...Now What?