Owning up.
I spoke earlier of getting my act together and getting back on Weight Watchers. I really need to.
About a month ago, I weighed 132 pounds. That was a good number for me. I was comfortable there. I wanted to become more strong, so I started a gym regiment that had me lifting weights 5 days a week. And I gained weight. The only problem is, I gained icky, ugly weight. Not the shapely, muscular weight that I’d be okay with. I wasn’t counting my points/calories as strictly anymore, but I was burning so many calories each day I figured it would all work out.
Well, it didn’t. I am going to post a picture of what I look like today. At 152 pounds. I gained TWENTY pounds. I am seriously disgusted with myself. Here goes nothing:
And now the whole world knows how smooshy and icky my body is. *sigh*
But maybe it will help me to whip this ass back into shape. Tomorrow marks precisely one month until my 25th birthday. I’m hoping to be at 140 by then. That’s 30 days. Or four weeks and two days. So technically my goal should be 144 with a healthy 2 lb per week loss. But I am thinking that a portion of my flubber is related to all the sodium I’ve taken in so I’m trying to factor in that bigger than usual loss the first week.
I am going to weigh in each Friday morning and report it here. I am also going to post my daily food journal. Really, I promise. If I don’t harrass me about it and then I will.
