Tuesday: Lost ten pounds, yippee. Write blog. Feel great.
Wednesday: Gained a half pound. WTF? How did that happen? Official lost 9 1/2 pounds. Feel deflated. Still eat well anyway.
Thursday: Damn stupid half pound still there. Pissed. Angry. Not blogging.
Friday: Half pound gone. Yippee. Ready to go, workout, do something. Nobody wants to workout with me. Instead I clean.
Saturday: Didn't weigh myself. Too busy. Figure I won't like it anyway.
Sunday: Gained a stupid pound. How does that happen? This Skinny program tells you to weigh yourself every day. I know, it makes sense to see how you fluctuate, but a pound? I'll be good today. I promise. Eat good, be good, weigh good. Stupid scale.
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
And then I cried.
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My father is dying, and it is terrible.
It is terrible because it is death, which is the end, but also because
death brings about all kinds of new and ...
1 year ago
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