WHATS YOUR REAL WEIGHT?

I DECIDED TO GO BUY A SCALE THAT WAS DIGITAL SO THAT I COULD KNOW IF I LOST 1.4 POUNDS OR GAINED .6 POUNDS..I  REALLY WANTED TO SEE THE CHANGE EVERY DAY AND IT COULD HELP KEEP ME MOTIVATED... COME TO FIND OUT MY SCALES WERE WRONG ALL TOGETHER I MEAN WRONG WRONG WRONG!! I THOUGHT I STARTED AT 206 AND HAD LOST DOWN TO 192 IN THREE WEEKS...IM ALL EXCITED THINKING THAT THIS NEW SCALE IS SOMEHOW GOING TO MAKE ME MIRACULOUSLY LOSE ANOTHER 2 LBS JUST BY GETTING IT OUT OF THE BOX!! WRONG!! SOMETIMES THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CUSS WORDS TO EXPRESS THE AMOUNT OF FRUSTRATION AND ANGER AND WAYS I WANTED TO END IT ALL WITH A EATING FRENZY... WITH EVERY KIND OF DISH AND CAKE AND CANDY THAT I COULD GET IN A SHOPPING CART AT WALMART. I COULD EAT RAW PASTA OR COOKIE DOUGH OR EVEN WATERMELON UNTIL MY STOMACH BLEW UP AND I WOULD DIE ON THE FLOOR LIKE A DRAMA QUEEN ANIMAL WITH SKITTLES IN MY HAIR AND CHOCOLATE ON MY FACE AND ASS.. HOPING MY HUSBAND PRIED THE COOL WHIP CAN FROM MY COLD HANDS BEFORE ANYONE ELSE SAW ME. MY NEW PERFECT SCALE SAYS CONGRATS YOU WEIGH 197.8 .. WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS! THE TRUTH IS WHAT IT IS.. THE SICK HARD TRUTH.. SO THEN IM THINKING OH MY SHIT!!! I MUST HAVE WEIGHED 220 LBS AT LEAST WHEN I STARTED..NO WONDER MY STOMACH STUCK OUT FARTHER THAN MY BOOBS..WAS I REALLY THAT BLIND TO MY BODY?? YES ... YES I WAS. SO I PICKED MY CRYING UGLY SELF UP AND WROTE DOWN THE TRUTH IN MY LITTLE LOG BOOK (WHICH I STARTED NOT TO DO BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON IF I DIDNT WRITE IT DOWN IT WASNT REAL) AUGUST 7TH 197.8 / TODAY AUGUST 22ND 193.4 NOW MOVING ON TO THE NEXT DAY WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE AND A REASON TO BE OKAY WITH LIFE.. MY HUSBAND IS GORGEOUS AND PERFECT AND I PROBABLY WONT DIE FROM BEING FAT.... TODAY :)

sometimes you throw away the poison...

well lets talk bullshit today, after the stevia migraine i gave my bff the stuff to make her some great little low calorie treats... low n behold my no migraine friend is feeling sick as shit with a weird headache..i have poisoned my best friend..sometimes its better to throw the shit away. I am at a huge weigh in of 193 lbs today after a slow down and a fight with some oily greasy nasty shrimp at (Mexico) ..which i may have to at least give some credit because i pooped like a wounded coon after that dinner and may have lost a few pounds without meaning to.. My new favorite jeans are saggin and I may be wrestling into my smaller jeans by next week i hope..but shopping for tops for work is still a struggle..thought one was gonna be wearable till i looked down and it had ruffles spewing down the front like a duck dynasty beard...i like a beard on my husband not my shirts..all clothes now days seem to have a peasant hooker vibe when over the size of 12... my boobs hanging out of everything doesnt help either..but as long as my boobs are not sticking out farther than my belly i will be just fine..I havent said much about my job lately because i love it so much..im afraid if i brag too much a piano or anvil will drop from the sky and hit me on the head or they will figure out they dont need me anymore..but its the greatest job ever and i get to talk to my husband a lot during the day which is always wonderful..so todays big meal was scrabbled eggs with mixed in turnips and i snuck a pixi stick instead of a smoothie..remind me of this when i cant believe ive gain 4lbs over a straw full of sugar..oh well all is not bullshit..not today anyway