The whole still being forty pounds over weight is bothering me and I wish it wouldn’t. I am twenty away from a job at Weight Watchers. Either way I feel like walking around with this extra weight is like having dirty toilet paper hanging out the top of my panty hose. It’s embarrassing, and how many people have seen it before some merciful soul tells me. Thank you, Mauditmo.wordpress.com.
Kicking it in my husband’s lounge pants and a dark blue t-shirt I feel good, and looking in the mirror I feel fine too. I should take some comfort in the fact I can buy clothes that fit. I can’t see myself as looking too bad in clothes, but I am known for a dissembled view of myself. Forty pounds to go.
I had a milk shake today, 19 points. Self-sabotage. I’ll weight in at a Weight Watcher’s meeting tomorrow.