Here's how to wreck my day: Get my wife to suggest I go weigh myself.
I'm back up to two hundred fifty fucking pounds.
Yes, I know that muscle weighs more than fat, and all that crap. When I was taking
Phentermine, I was looking at 225 (I don't think I ever quite got there, though), but I
wasn't doing any exercise at all. Now I'm a slave to my Apple Watch and I'm up
20 pounds.
I'm not emotionally ready to say I'm up by only 20 lbs. I'm going to be
pissed off at the world for a little while until I get the motivation I need. This is
pretty crushing.
Even better: I'm in my nasty workout clothes, because I go exercise after my
morning meeting. Right now, I'm a hair away from giving up, it shook me that much.
I haven't weighed myself in 2 ½ months. Since then I've been making tons of
posts about all the walking I've been doing; my Move Streak is at like 85 days. And
I've been free of weight loss medication for at least that long.
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