February 11, 2011

My second weigh-in...

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.

2 comments:

  1. Good for you! You really can do this and remember that you are doing it for Rachel as much as you are doing it for yourself.

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  2. I understand your frustration! I think I came home from work Thursday (after a rough day) and in my best whining voice I annouced "I am sick of starving myself!!! I want some real food!!!!" In response to that my husband grilled up some squash--really...and reminded me about the weigh in. So I waited until Friday night for some real food and then ate some delicious hot wings!!!! (but no fries)

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