I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was going to have a gain at weigh-in on Saturday morning. I skipped weigh-in for two weeks, ate pretty much whatever I felt like, and guzzled soda like it runs through my veins.
So I was hardly shocked when I saw 163.2 on the scale, after reaching 157 just a few weeks ago. After swearing I would never see the 160s again, here I am. *sigh*
Well, not for long. Seeing that gain, seeing the 160s again after fighting so hard to get out of them, pissed me off. A lot. I can do better than this! This is shameful. I have done nothing but screw around since my gain in December. Lose, gain it back, lose again, gain again.
I would be so close to my goal weight right now that I could smell it, if I had stayed consistent. Instead, I am right back where I was at the beginning of January as far as weight goes.
I am hereby officially in my No More F*cking Around (NMFA) phase! (Maybe I will get that printed on a workout t-shirt.) Pardon my language, but I am angry with myself for selling myself short like this. I have waited so long to reach goal weight again. I have been working way too hard to screw around and move away from my goal now. It’s time to cut the crap and get to work like I mean it.
I have a birthday coming up in ten weeks. How many times have I vowed to be at my goal weight by my birthday? Too many to count. And here I am, doing it again. I am not going to disappoint myself again. I can do so much better than half-assed. And I will.
Sweat & Sparkle 