Not the sharpest tool in the shed

I woke up and had a cup of coffee, like normal.  I took a shower and brushed my teeth, like normal.

THEN I REALIZED IT'S MONDAY!  I forgot to weigh in and any real dieter knows that the only weigh in that counts is the one first thing in the morning, completely naked, after using the bathroom, before consuming a single drop of anything.

I went ahead and stepped on the scale and it said 237, which is .5 of a pound up from last week.  But it's also with a belly full of coffee and wet hair.

So....tomorrow?

What fresh hell is this?

I weighed in this morning and gained half of  a pound. Can you believe that?  I've actually been tracking my food and exercising a bit.

Ugh, stupid body.

I notice that in my last post I said weigh in day was Tuesday, but that's wrong.  It's Mondays.  Maybe next Monday will be better.

I'm hoping today's crappy weigh in is because I couldn't poop this morning.  Let's go with that...

Blank Slate

Today's weigh in was 236.

Let us move on.

I took some pictures, please excuse the mess and the dirty mirror.  I plan to clean today, I swear.

I should have asked my husband to take the pictures because the angle is all weird on these.  I'll have to do some better ones in another post.

Do you notice how I'm starting to get knock-kneed?  It's my right knee that bends inward.  Luckily it's still slight at this point, but it is worrisome.  I assume this is related to being so overweight for so long?  I'm not having any pain yet (KNOCK ON WOOD....REAL WOOD), but I know that things like this only get worse with age.

There will never be a thigh gap for me...hahah.

I've found a good YouTube video by a physical therapist that gives exercises, mostly stretches, to help reduce knock-knees.  I'm hoping this will help my legs.  Oh yeah, I'm also hoping that losing weight will help my legs.

So I guess Tuesdays will be my weigh in day from now on.   I'm feeling motivated!

A year later

I wrote my first blog post on December 28, 2015.  It was a post about being in desperate need to lose weight.  I was miserable and scared about my wellbeing.

Here we are a year later.  I'm fatter than ever and as miserable as ever.

This picture from Christmas made me so sad:

This needs to be my motivation to lose weight.  My health needs to be my motivation.   SOMETHING needs to be my motivation.

We haven't weighed in at work yet, but that's coming soon.

PS: How 'bout them mad photo editing skills, am I right?

The joke that is true but not funny

While stuffing my face with chocolate, I joke with a coworker about our upcoming weight loss challenge at work, "I'm pumping up my weight before the big weigh in."  She laughs and says she's doing the same thing.  

It was funny to say, but feels sad on the inside.

Not surprisingly, I use every excuse in the book to treat my body poorly.  Yes, I believe it's truly an addiction that I have. I abuse food.

I'm hoping that having this weight loss challenge at work will keep me motivated for a couple of reasons: 1) it's easier to diet when everybody else around you is doing it too 2) THE PRIZE IS MONEY!!!!!

My next post will be my weigh in number and a "before" picture.  

Because I'm money motivated

The girls at work are starting up a weight loss challenge.  We weigh in the last week of December and pay $10.  At the end of March, we weigh in again and the person who loses the largest percentage of their weight wins the pot of money.

Since I'm clearly not motivated to lose weight for my own well being, maybe the added incentive of cash will help me out.

I really do love money.

Asking for a friend....

Does exercise make anybody else have to emergency poop?