I had to pick up a prescription today. I get my pills at Rite Aid. Guess what I did while I was there? That's right, I weighed myself.
Craaaap.
I'm not telling what it said in numbers, it's enough to say it was "craaaap".
Aiden says I shouldn't have done it because it is not a weigh in day. Maybe he's right. But I was obsessing about it last night (and really for the last month or so) to the point where I kept him up until midnight talking about all the crazy mental issues I have surrounding weight. Luckily he loves me so he didn't punch me out so he could sleep or anything.
But there here I go today being all dumb and stuff.
I hate fat. I want to try thin.
I should start actually working out. I should go to the Rec Center. I should make Shaila honor her offer to walk with me. I should get over my embarassment but I don't know if I can ask for help like that.
And I have to go back to the foot doctor because my stupid screwed up toe (that same toe I had surgery from and EVERYTHING else wrong in this world) (I keep accidentally typing "TOW" which is funny because I feel like I'm towing it around.... ha!) got a blister that turns out to be full of puss and now I get to figure that out again this week.
Fun. I'm fatter again and I have a dumb toe again. whoo hoo.
7.22.2008
Craaap
Posted by Holly at 6:01 PM
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I can't stop eating craaap.
Work out - it's so much better with someone to MOTIVATE YOU. I swear, when someone does it with you, you feel like you HAVE to do it or you'll let them down. It totally works until the first time you DO let them down; it's all down hill from there.
Moral: Don't let them down the first time and it won't go down hill.
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