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navigation pounds lost: 6.8 contact Last 5 rings
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2004-09-15 - 11:57 a.m. I lost .6 at WI last night. Kinda lame, but truthfully maybe I didn’t deserve to lose more than that. I can think of more than one screw up last week. I didn’t journal all that well, either. Okay, I didn’t journal at all. I really need to cut that out. I don’t know when I stopped being vigilant about writing things down, but I haven’t done it in awhile. I wrote one for today, so hopefully I can finish that and get back into a routine. When I first joined WW, I told myself it was like entering rehab. So I want to try and do things one day at a time for a while. For today, I’m going to journal everything I eat, get my exercise in, and drink enough water. I think I can handle that for one stinking day. My Christmas present to myself this year is going to be a smaller ass. Or maybe a smaller gut. Or both. For the past 23 years, all I’ve gotten every year is a new roll or a couple of pounds on my ass, and that gift fucking sucks. So this holiday season isn’t going to be about eating like a porker to celebrate, it’s going to be about getting what I’ve always wanted. That sounded a lot cheesier than I intended, but whatever. Every week the scale is going to go down, period. Some guy in my office just mentioned a character on a TV show as the “fat fuck lady” and said she needs to put down the Bon bons. First of all, do they even make bon bons anymore? And why is he so sure of her diet? No one tells you to go buy yourself some Oxy, asshole. Would it be a crime if I stapled his nuts to his forehead with my Swingline? |
