I have gained 10 pounds. 10 FUCKING POUNDS since october. And I started working out again in November. Don't tell me that muscle weighs more than fat. A pound of muscle weighs the same as a pound of fat. And I put on one of my skirts today and realized ULP, ohmigod, this is way too tight!
Very disheartening. I know it gets tiresome to read about someone's daily weight jibber-jabberings, but ...well, suck it, it's my blog. I couldn't believe it today when I weighed in and it was *** (c'mon, give me a break).
So I've gained over 20 pounds since the wedding, since April. 20 fucking goddamn pounds. I'm fucking Oprah, I'm fucking Rachel Ray. up, down, up down.
I'm going to go pour myself another glass of wine and nibble on a wedge of cheese and ponder how this happened.
1 comments:
Wine: good
Cheese: good
Dancing Dust Bunnies: good
Thanks for taking down the rope, I missed ya.
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