I did something this morning that I haven't done in a very long time....I cried...about my weight.
It's week 2 of The Fat Olympics and today was our 2nd weigh-in. You may remember that last week the scale didn't move at all and as frustrating as that was I was okay with it. But this morning the scale was way out of line. It went up a pound! What the?!
I feel like my 13-month old daughter right now. You know how kids act when they don't get what they want in a timely manner.....and they throw a fit and refuse to take their sippy cup even though just seconds before they were screaming for it while you were trying to refill it.....anyway, you get the point. I feel like that right now. I don't want to play this stupid game anymore. I'm not winning and I'm not getting my way. I would rather just roll around and kick my feet in anger......or eat a Big Mac for lunch. That's probably the adult equivalent of throwing a tantrum, huh?
But, I won't throw a fit or eat like a pig or stop getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to exercise or go back to eating my nightly bowl of ice cream. No, I'll just keep on working at it....and I'll continue to try on my jeans every night to see if I can zip them yet.