So I just weighed myself and I'm ONE FIFTY FIVE pounds. How?
I was 145 THIS MORNING. I know I don't usually weigh myself at night, but still! Ten pounds in 24 hours? And I didn't go over 300-400 cals today. (AND it's a new scale, which means it can't be wrong.)
Fine. Fuck this. I'm seriously depressed. This means I only lost 10 pounds since kick off point. I can't even believe it.
I can't be a fucking fat ass for ever. It's time to get out the big guns. Tomorrow morning I'll weigh myself again (and hopefully I'll have lost weight), but either way it's ZERO cals tomorrow. I don't care if it's going to make me pass out, or feel nauseous - I gotta, gotta, gotta do this.
:( - is how I feel right now. And I was having such a good day...Why is the world - and the weighing scales - so messed up?
Breathe, I remind myself. I was actually suspicious when I saw 145 this morning. I knew it was too good to be true.
No-one ever said it was going to be easy.
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