One of the most disarming things about gaining weight is that point when you're doing laundry or going through your clothing and you find something and immediately think "man... there is no way this fits me. It's so huge and shapeless" and then you put it on... and it fits great. It may even be snug. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! I hate that!
I've been so bad the last 2 weeks I refuse to weigh myself. And I've never been much of a weight watcher. Yes I try to lose weight, but I don't like actually seeing the numbers because when they don't go down, my spirits do. We never had a scale in my house growing up... I would sneak my weight checking at friend's houses, and it was like a novelty. I bought a scale in 2nd year for an art project, and I've kept it.... I've only used it maybe 10 times, and it's been.... 4 years? Yeah not much of a weight watcher. Probably because it's so discouraging!
I went for a nice long walk today though, with some running... I'd have thrown in more running but another dude came in to use the little gym room in my apartment and there was noooo way I was running my jiggly belly on that treadmill facing him and his muscles. JUDGED!
It's been nice having a life as of late. Maybe I'll come up with something actually interesting to say.... maybe!
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