it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed. Or one should take the electronic scale and throw it up against the wall, pick it up, throw it on the ground, then stomp on it several times to make sure it is never going to be in working order again.
Why it is that sometimes you can do everything right and still gain a pound or two? Or lose the pound then gain it back then lose it… ? I think it is moments like this that I see why I always gave up before. It is so disheartening. But I go back to my previous blog knowing this time I will: NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER!
Oh don’t think I don’t want to just blow it off. Writing down every bite, drinking water, measuring food, taking supplements, walking, getting on the scales then screaming, eating right portion sizes, craving something salty then craving something sweet, being unhappy when you look in the mirror, being a contortionist when wiping certain body parts (ewww, I know TMI), aching because of the excess weight, being unable to get up and down easily, wondering if your butt will fit in a chair with arms, wondering if you can get in a booth in a restaurant, constantly thinking about eating right and every bite that goes into your mouth, gazing longingly at your skinny clothes that used to be your fat clothes, looking with great longing at the pictures when you were at a better weight, and on and on and on.
OK, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit, I will not quit. I will not. 














