Monday, June 15, 2009
I haven't had opportunity to post in a few days. It's just been crazy busy, and the baby's been crazy clingy. I had a pretty decent week, though, as far as the whole diet goes. Again, I have no idea where I am on the weight, as I keep forgetting to pick up batteries for the scale. I think I'm having scale withdrawl, actually. I'll admit that when I'm trying to lose weight I have to fight with myself to avoid stepping on the scale every day (or even multiple times a day). Even though I know that those little LCD numbers can very throughout the day, it's like a compulsion. Maybe it has to do with my lack of self-esteem, my need to constantly prove my worth to myself. Somehow, if that number goes down just a little bit, it means something profound. What, exactly? I'm not really sure. That I'm capable of accomplishing? That there really is a skinny person hiding underneath this fat person everyone sees? I think I need a scale intervention. Doyou think they'd let me have chocolate in rehab?
Posted by Angie at 1:47 PM