Oh hello there, I want to die.
I did the stupidest thing this morning. I walked into my parent’s bathroom… and stepped on the scale. I can’t put into words how I felt as the little wheel climbed up the Fatty Chart, or how much I wanted to die when it finally stopped. Horrified, I took a few steps back. At first I thought the scale had made a mistake, but I knew better. Then, in an act of bitterness and frustration, I raised my fists and cursed the gods of Delicious Food.
Why must food taste so good? Why must I eat it more than once?! Why must I be punished for having that third helping of cake?! I JUST DON’T GET IT, IT WAS RIGHT THERE READILY AVAILABLE, WHY ALL THE HATE?!?!
It was, without a doubt, the worst idea I’ve had in days. I’m more determined to lose the chub, eat healthier, and maybe even work out than I’ve ever been. So as of this moment, I’m hiring some Losing the Chub Workout Buddies, and I’d love it if some of you would join me. Let me know?
omg, i so know how you feel. i’m the heaviest i’ve ever been right now and i remember when i stepped on the scale the last time and about had a heart attack. i was down in the shop while eric was changing the oil on my mom’s car for me and i saw a scale laying there on the floor (a shipping scale) and i thought, ‘hey, what the heck? haven’t weighed myself in a while...’ *freak out, omg… punch in the chest hypervenitlate*
yeah. scary.
when i think about it though, i’ve always been too skinny so the weight i’ve gained is ok, i guess. i just don’t want it to look so sloppy on me. i’ve got side chub going on, a little bit of a belly going… i need to tone things up.
so yeah, i’m totally with you on trying to eat better and take better care of myself. *as i shove an m&m;and chocolate chip cookie in my mouth* shit… this is going to be harder than i thought. ugh. i love food!