I have hit bottom…again. NO, it didn’t involve Pringles this time, but it was still scary to all those who had to witness it (just poor hubbie-who by the way says he will help by getting fat so I don’t look as big. Geeze.Thanks.So.F-ing.Helpful!). So, another whinysob melt down. I don’t know why I just can’t get my act together and lose weight. I am revoltingly repulsive. I can’t change my face or my crappy hair or my scars, but gosh darn it – I can change my weight. Yet, I continue to get bigger. I actually asked my neighbor last night if she would chase me with a gun, down the street in the mornings, so I could run. Problem is, I would know she wasn’t really going to kill me, so I would end up walking.
My calories and stuff never come out looking right on the blog, so I am following Stabby to the www.mycaloriecounter.com. My name is Museilicious on the site. Maybe pretty charts and bar graphs will help. That or I will go in for some kind of lap band surgery. Seriously. I am desperate.
*hugs*
been there.
love you.
I hope you feel better soon, sweets! I brought in some jeans that are too long for me, hopefully they fit ok. They’re a larger size then you normally wear, so they might be too big for you in the waist. If you don’t like them, no prob… but they don’t have a hole in the crotch!!! (unless, of course, you like that sort of thing… LOL)