.... I weighed myself this morning. Why do I do it? If it's a good result, it can set me up for disappointment on Sunday if I don't meet my own expectations. If it's a bad result, it pisses me off. I'm currently pissed of. I was 0.2lb heavier than on Sunday morning. Bummer dude! It makes me wonder how I would have fared if I'd gone to the class to get weighed last night. Of course, it's three full days to Sunday, and a lot can change in that time. And I so want to lose two pounds this week, in order to hit the three stone mark! But I have to keep telling myself that I'm due a slow week. My period's in the post and I know my body can not sustain the rate at which I've been losing so far. Still, I can't help hoping. Damn my foolish optimistic heart!
I'd really like to be able to say that I've lost three stone as I might be going to Mum's on Sunday this week. It's baby brother's birthday. I wonder if the sibs will notice a difference in me. I last saw them all at Easter, which is ages ago. My loss might be apparent now.
Heck! I've just had an epiphany, albeit a small one. But it's made me smile by putting things into pespective. I may have been unhappy with my weight this morning, but I was still only fifteen stone eleven pounds. This time three months ago I was nearly nineteen stone! I need to remember important points like that. D'oh!!!
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