121.2
Embarassed as hell to post that number. I almost didn't. But I'm trying to keep myself honest.
Hold the phones. I just got home from work, and weighed myself again (fully clothed, and it's winter here in Detroit), and I'm coming in at 119.6.
Now, I don't believe in taking off 5 lbs. for clothing and all of that, but at least a pound, right? I mean, I'm wearing a sweater and J. Crew twills.
A bit relieved, I must say.
I ate Ethiopian food yesterday. So delicious that my fat ass can't stop thinking about it. If you haven't had it, I recommend it. I also had a half a bottle of red wine. Ugh. Fat ass.
I keep making these promises to myself that I'll be better to me, and finally get back to my happy weight. But I break them and end up stuck in the ugliest numbers ever. I don't know why. I know how happy I can be when my 0's are actually zipping without causing a tremendous, disgusting case of muffin top. Now my 2's are fitting snug. I refuse to even go shopping because I know I'll have to buy 2's and then I'll have no motivation to fit back into my 0's and 25/26's. :(
I'm going to get on the elliptical now.
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