I am not sure how much I want to bother with weekly features after all, other than the usual weigh-in day. It seems like too much trouble to keep up with right now. I am going through some pretty ugly depression, although I suppose it could be worse because at least I can recognize [...]
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248.5 | 225.5 | 140
I’ve been through the emotional wringer lately. A lot of that’s been self-induced. It’s obvious I have a lot of emotional baggage to dump along with the excess fat. Delightful experience, let me tell you. Losing weight is far more fun, even if there are foods that are off-limits. If you have to choose between the two, ditch the fucking bread. OK, OK, I suppose we’re happier in the long run if we dump emotional baggage, so goes the theory. But still. And I don’t quite believe I’m going through all this because I’m losing the weight. I don’t believe people get fat because they’re hiding from their feelings. I don’t have the space to get into it here, just know that I don’t believe that. It’s just another way to paint fat people as defective. Funny how we want to zero in on every possible defect except the actual one facing fat people; when it’s suggested it might just be a metabolic defect or hormonal imbalance, most people laugh that idea off. They’d rather believe we have Issues. Whatever. Anyway. This is about my progress so let’s not get toooooo philosophical. Alas, you didn’t quite make it.
Only two and a half pounds made their way back this time. BOOYAH. You’re bored with morning-elixir photos by now, so I won’t bother today. 248.5 | 235 | 140 Buh-bye, six extra pounds whut jumped back on my broad ass last week.
Damn thing blurry again. *tap tap* Stupid camera… So much for autofocus. Screw the scale, I’m hitting the coffee first. A couple swallows is, what, an ounce or two?
Kidding. I kid. I’m not obsessive about this, but weight-loss jokes make for a fine round of fish-barrel shooting. Ain’t that beautiful? I missed seeing my morning miracle through all that plastic. You know you’ve gone too far with the sleep dep when one night’s worth of making it up leaves you dogged the next day. I need to remember I’m nowhere near my twenties anymore. Weigh-in: If I’m going to stay up all night with David Tennant, why can’t it be with the real Dave here in the flesh… erm… talking about the weather, instead of trying to blow through the entire second half of his final season on Doctor Who in one overnight twelve-hour marathon? Seriously? So you’ll find I didn’t have much to eat today. Exhaustion is an excellent appetite suppressant. I did remember to weigh in though:
Two-thirties biznatch. Bring it. …So I’ll just go ahead with the photographic food diary. Sinister-looking brown potion whut keeps me from killing people before I’m all the way awake: Decided to weigh again today:
Guess one of those pounds decided to jump back off again. On a whim I weighed again today and oh look, those six pounds I left lying around somewhere?
…I guess I wandered too close to wherever they were hiding and they jumped right back on me. Improve the web with Nofollow Reciprocity. |
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