I gained this week. I weighed in at 154.2 pounds, which means I gained 0.6 pounds. Words can't even express how depressed that made me feel. Granted I was not the only one who gained instead of lost, but I still felt really bad.
I knew it was probably because I ate so much junk food the week before and stupidly thought I could walk it off or sweat it out in that fitness class I'm taking. Of course I felt so depressed that I went out to dinner with a friend later and ate chinese food! Arrrghh! What am I thinking? I need to focus. I need to get a grip on what I want.
Then I went to the DR (who told me to lose the weight in the first place) and when I told her about the fitness class and WW program I joined, she rolled her eyes at me and told me how annoying WW is and how to fix my body cramps from class. Real supportive there doc. Is this what I pay you $20 for?
I want to lose the weight. I want to be fit, or even remotely in shape. I'd love to come out of this thing being one of the few people who stuck it out until the end of this brutal fitness class and at least 20 pounds lighter. I want to shove it in my skeptic's face that I'm not a lazy bum who always stuffs my face. After all the years of people nagging about what I eat and how I might look in the future, I want to show them all that I can do this. And I'd love to show it off while downing a bag of Cheetos. And not the baked kind either.
Learn something new this week: When everyone else is telling you No or Don't Do It, it's nice to have the one beside you that says Go For It and will still love you when you do.
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