The only one who lost weight last week is Bart and he has no control over what he puts in his mouth. Why is it that I can control what I feed my dog but not myself? I have gained 10 pounds in the last 13 weeks. I'm disgusted with myself. My clothes don't fit and I don't like what I see in the mirror. I made a promise to myself and all of you that I would do better and I want to say that I have. Then in my head I'm preparing the "but" that comes after. I can't take my water pills right now. They react with the antibiotic I'm taking and I had a pretty violent reaction over the weekend so I'm not going to chance it. I know that I'm retaining a TON of water but I should not use it as an excuse. I can lose weight without it.
I'm starting to mentally plan a vacation to Disney World in February (sorry Chris (we'll be gone for his birthday)) with Paula and Angie and he boys. I want to get there and be able to go on rides and have fun and not worry about how big I am. I have 8 months and I AM determined. I was also promised a vacation with Chris when we both got to a certain weight and it keeps getting further and further away.
As I write all this, the only thing I can think of is the Friendly's Watermelon Roll in the freezer. Why do I have to like food so much? Must. Be. Strong. Must. Look. At. My. Numbers. Over. The. Past. Year. Must. Be. Strong.



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