I get on the weight scale, holding my breath...
Should I lean back on my heels or lean towards the front?
If I stand up straighter would it take a few ounces off? Maybe even shave one pound off or two?
I'm tempted to stand on one foot.
The display sign starts to flicker and then settle into a number that... I DON'T LIKE.
I gained TWO whole friggin pounds! I want to kick something, anything. I want to cry and throw up my hands in the air and yell out, "Why God? Why?" Except, He would probably laugh at me and say, "I told you not to eat that cookie."
Sometimes it's so easy to lie to myself that I'm doing okay with my diet. Weight scales don't lie. Flashbacks of the past week came rushing through. I KNOW what I did to gain the weight. The only person I should blame is myself. That's it. No excuses.
I feel like drowning my sorrows in milkshakes. I know that's the easy way, so I'll just drown my sorrows with a cup of herbal tea. Very exciting.
Food for Thought: What is your source of support? Weight loss group? Blogging? Friends/Family?
(Feel free to post this question on your blog and mention where you got it or you can comment about it right here.)