I made a huge mistake.
Wanna know what it is?
I got happy with myself.
With what I looked like.
How I felt.
Now I'm fat.
Well, okay, not fat *fat*, but fat-ter.
I was, for the first time, absolutely *loving* myself and what I looked like after almost 20 years. This time of elation was unfortunately, followed by a black depression and I kinda let things slide. I put off the treadmill...ate a few things I shouldn't...drank *a lot* of things I shouldn't...and now I am as big as a house.
I've gained 7 lbs.
But I feel like a fraking loser.
I haven't weighed in a while now. I am feeling much fear about going in tomorrow morning. I hope the women at WW don't laugh at me and throw stones, singing that sweet childhood schoolyard song of yore:
Fatty fatty two-by-four, can't get through the school room door!
What have we learned here children?
Never, EVER be content with who you are. You just get fat.
Peace, Love and (is that an eclipse? no, it's penny!) Zombies \IiiI