It's just a number. It's just a number. It's...
...my friggin' WEIGHT as of last night. ZOIKS!
As a lot of you know, I've managed to get out of debt recently, all the while making myself accountable to YOU. It's the only thing in my entire adult life that has worked for me because I wasn't just answering to myself. I had all 3 of you to answer to (okay - maybe there were 4-5 of you).
Time to do that with my weight. I have gained weight bit by bit, day by day, month by month, and year by year since I had my thyroid removed five years ago. I weigh more today than I ever have in my entire life.
My justification? I haven't had a man in my life for well over 10 years to get daily comfort and guidance and love. Yet food - oh delicious spicy-nacho-cheese-doritos-covered-with-cheese-beans-corn-olives-morecheese-guacamole-sourcream delights that made me so happy was always, ALWAYS waiting and willing and welcoming with open arms. Daily.
And my protruding gut continues to show that love.
I need to get control. I need to change what makes me happy. I need to like myself again. I need to be healthy. I need to get control of my headaches. I need to turn 40 feeling like I'm 30.
I need your encouragement and guidance and support and I need your stern disapproval when I slip. I need to be held accountable and I need you.
231 will NOT be shown on any scale that I ever step on EVER AGAIN.