So much for accountability. I havenâ€™t posted on here in a couple weeks. This is my bad. No other reasons besides forgetfulness, laziness, and of course, wait for it, notgivingashitness. But here I am, and here is my report. I have as of last check lost 20 pounds. Which is awesome. Down to 340. Shameful to say down to 340, but at least I am saying down. I am having some problems with the results I am getting. Not that they arenâ€™t good, but for some reason I want crazy losses every time I get on the scale. I understand that it is process, but that doesnâ€™t change a fucking thing about what I want to see. I just have to come to grips with the fact that I am not on The Biggest Loser. I know I am not on The Biggest Loser because of the following proof:
1. I donâ€™t lose double digits every time I get on the scale.
2. I have not, as of yet, cried into a camera every time I do, or someone else does something mean. Or good. Or bad. Or indifferent. Yet
3. I have not, nor will I, take my shirt off in front of Alison Sweeney.
I do have a new addiction. It used to be smoking from when I was 14 to when I was 30. I may have been drinking for a rough patch when I was 26. It has always been eating shitty foods, up until a few weeks ago. Now, drum roll, my new addiction is getting on the scale. I find myself standing on it at least twice a day. it doesnâ€™t really bother me, except that I am doing it without even knowing why I am doing it. Annoying. And people tell me this is a bad idea. Which brings me to my next gripe.
Everyone has advice for me. I get it, you want to help, and I donâ€™t want to be rude. However, I donâ€™t need to hear the following things:
1. You know what you should doâ€¦?
2. Know what worksâ€¦?
3. What I like doingâ€¦
4. My best advice to you isâ€¦
5. Donâ€™t eat after 8â€¦
6. You sure are fat
Ya know, I kinda like that last one.
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