17 06 2010

Yes. I have a love/hate relationship with my scale. I weigh myself everyday, every morning. Some people may say this is psychotic and harmful. I think its a grand ol’ time. I get up, do my business and then I strip to my skivvies (I don’t want the .3 pounds of my bra adding to my weight!) and I get on the scale. The same thoughts always go through my head as I weight for the scale to tell me how fat I am that day. Do I feel lighter? Do I feel heavier? and OMG I left a sock on the scale is going to count it!

Lately I have not been losing weight. I was all excited cause I was in the 195 range and now I am back to dancing in the 197s. I know there is NO WAY I could have actually gained 2 pounds. That would be 7000 extra calories not burned… yeah there is no way.

Someone tell that to my fucking scale! I am going to light it on fire before I am done. Or at least buy another scale instead of the $17 Wal Mart special I own then I can drag it behind the car and laugh maniacally while the cops pull me over and lock me up for littering.

So this is a rant. This is me expressing my frustration with my non-weight loss. At least I know my body is still changing. I am in another size smaller jeans. I also put on my favorite dress tonight and it sags in the back now, its a halter top. So thats bittersweet, I loved that dress.

Well good night I guess.


Stats On Me

14 05 2010

Height: 5 feet 5 inches

Starting Weight: 235 pounds (December 23, 2009)

Current Weight: 199 pounds (May 14, 2010)

Age: 23

Weight Lost: 35 pounds

Weight Needed to Join Air Force: 165 pounds