Friday night, March 18, I joined a gym and worked out for 30 minutes riding the stationary bike. I went back Saturday night, but they closed at 7 p.m. Today, I plan to go after church and ride the bike for another 30 minutes to get in a full workout and maybe do some time on the machines. Feels good to be working out again.
I weighed in naked today and found I weigh 364.0. I want to get down to 299 pounds, which means I’ll need to loose just over 5 pounds in one year to do it. Time to watch what I eat and get that gym membership. Oh yeah and take the rest of the donuts to work so I can make my co-workers fat too.
I weighed in tonight after work and found I am 370.2. Enough is enough. I need to join a gym and start eating right. I can. I will. Just as soon as I finish this box of donuts.
This isn’t the way it was supposed to be. I had the surgery. You know THE surgery to have my stomach turned into a sleeve. After which I was supposed to live happily ever after as a size 16….What happened along the way? Cookies. Cake. Potato Chips. Anything and everything happened along the way. Do I really hate myself that much that I won’t stop eating sweets? That I won’t stop eating period (.) Ugh! There’s a monster living inside me called ME who wants what she wants when she wants it. Oh that I could eat only when I am hungry and only “good things”. Instead I betray myself with food. I sabotage my efforts when I get home from work having been very good while under the eye of my co-workers, but once out of the spotlight I go on binges that would make a circus fat woman proud.
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I’ve been stuck in the 360s for the last three months. Currently I weigh 359.4. This is very frustrating. I attribute my lack of progress to overeating. I don’t think I’m eating much, but obviously I’m doing something wrong to only make it into the 360s. I’m not exercising so that could be part of the problem.