So I gained a god damn pound. I weighed myself on Wednesday and was 164 and today BAM 166! Yesterday I was 165.5 so yesterday I'm thinking oh GOD what is up with this, was it the pretzels or the Shake n' Bake that were too salty? Yesterday I was praying that I take a big shit, you know, at least a 2 pounder to get back to the 164. By bed time nothing happened so I'm thinking, should I take some XLax and in the morning I will shit my brains out then weigh in? That is just ridiculous so that didn't happen (plus I didn't want to shit my pants on the LRT). That scale is such a bitch. I hate it. Of course it would have nothing to do with the 115 weight watcher points I consumed last weekend (to put that number in to perspective I usually only have 20 per day) Eeeek! But if it did, why would I weigh 164 on Wednesday? Fuck, who cares.
Happy Friday everyone! I need a drink. It started out at 7:55 am with my boss yelling, as he flicked my ponytail invading my personal space "is that a fucking tramp stamp on your back?!". Apparently this was the first time in a whole year that I had my hair up with a shirt on low enough in the back to show my tattoo. This was first thing in the morning, you can imagine how the rest of the day went....DOM
Happy note #1: I went shopping for a new little dress yesterday because I am going to some lobster shit tomorrow night and want to look TIGHT. What happened was nothing short of a miracle (but then it really wasn't because I work hard). I looked good in every single dress I tried on! In the past I would buy a dress only because finally one actually fit, no selection what so ever. Now, WTF I look good in them all and have to choose my favourite. It felt sooooooo good. If I would not have experienced this ultra happy feeling last night I would be a helluva lot more pissed off about the scale this morning. So thank Christ for that.
Happy note #2: My ankle is 80% better and I went to boot camp twice this week and the most awesome Zumba last night and danced my fucking ass off and it felt so good! I am back. It feels so good to be back. I am scared though now that I can work out hard again that the scale is going to move even less. Frick! We will see.
I also realized last night after doing weights, step class, then Zumba, not getting home until 8:00 pm, and then proceeding to make a salad for dinner and then making a healthy lunch for the next day, how much work and dedication it takes to lose weight and be healthy. No wonder so many people out there are fat. I am very thankful that I have taught myself to be strong, like warrior. As it stands today, 1 pound down :( 9 to go. This might take a while.
Is there anyone out there who actually wants to lose weight? I want to help you.
PS. How do people expect to get anywhere in life if they can't even drive the fucking speed limit?
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