If you have issues, or baggage, you may be offended by what you read here. I work through my self loathing of my own fat, and my own fat issues, and I’m told this comes across as loathing all fat people. That is simply not the case.

Here I talk about my issues and my findings, without political correctness. I am not concerned with your issues, or your baggage, or what you may take from this. The title is "My Journey".

This blog is not meant to inspire anyone. I take no responsibility for what you take away from here. You are here as a guest into my inner thoughts.


Friday, January 23, 2009

I peeked...

For some reason, Friday mornings, I always peek at the scale. WI is tomorrow.

I'm expecting pretty much zero results this week, because TOM is imminent. I've done the best I can with damage control, fighting the PMS hungries (seriously hungries, not munchies), working out, and doing the best I can to counteract my wings on Saturday and my chips and chocolate on Sunday. I've been a healthy machine since then, despite wanting to curl up, cry, feel incredibly sad, and eat popcorn until I explode.

And the scale this morning? Down a smidge, actually... so maybe a bit of a loss tomorrow anyways. That would be a nice reward, wouldn't it?

Thanks for listening,