Fatty, Fat, Fat...

That’s how I feel today! Fatty fatty boba-latty and so forth. I, like so many of you, got down and dirty and took my measurements. My husband helped me with this and needless to say it was less than exciting!!! I HATE to see the changes in my body especially when they are negative changes. His response was, "WOW, you seem SOOOOO much smaller to me today than in those last few days of the pregnancy. I wonder what your measurments were then. Hmmm?" I know he didn't mean anything by it. I have to admit I've been thinking the same thing. Still, it's a sucky thought.
Yesterday I was feeling like a rock star. Today not so much. I have decided to hide my scale. I’m putting it in my basement. This way I have got to REALLY want to stand on it otherwise I won’t bother. I’m not one of those people that can weigh themselves everyday. I know how much a person can fluctuate in a day. In my mind I have this information but my heart seems to forget. When I’m down it sings with delight but one tenth of one pound shows back up and my heart breaks. Then here comes the fatness and the fat thoughts and the fat fatty fat, fat. So to hell with the scale! I’m doing the deeds… DIET, EXERCISE and LOTS OF WATER. I'm going to view this as a starting point and nothing else. (That's what I keep telling myself anyway.) I’ll weigh myself again next week or something.