I have had a rude awakening! I stepped on the scale this morning (after three days of building up the courage) and WHOPPER!!!! I can’t even type the number!!!! Alright… I NEED to be able to type the NUMBER!!!
I have given up all alcohol (day four)
and have been thinking about Weight Watchers Again
The thing is, I am so frustrated with how hard I have to work all the time, just to maintain my wieght! I feel like if I ever slack off even the littlest bit, I Gain! Why does it feel so unfair?? If you saw how skinny my mother and sister both are… And they eat/drink ANYTHING they want!
I had a baby 8 months ago, but that should not be an excuse! I have actually gained weight (3lbs) since I came home from the hospital!
That is it…
I will weigh in every Thursday morning (naked and before coffee)
I hope I see some results next Thursday or I’ll be more depressed! I am going to teach myself how to knit, to keep my hands busy at night and not in the freezer searching for sweets.
ps that picture is of the old “skinny” me… my inspiration