Naked is the way to go

So I weighed myself this morning after avoiding the scale for a few days out of complete dread and shame. I went from 252 up to 255.6 and it kind of fluctuated up and down but never back to 252 or lower. Finally, today, I got naked, got on the scale, and saw 250.8. Got off, got back on to double check (sometimes a weird weight distribution will mess up the numbers) and sure enough, 250.8. It's small, but it's there. It's appreciated for sure.

First wave of disappointment

Ask me how much weight I lost. Go ahead.





















NONE. In fact, I've gained a pound. What the hell? Ugh. I suppose I should just keep at it. Eventually, things have to give, right? But if I don't even lose half a pound by next week, I'm calling my doctor.