daily weigh in

can't believe i am the one to start this as i am on the west coast and slept in today.

120.5 and all is good, sunny day. the eagles still have just one egg.

we are having a fancy new bed delivered next week so have to clean out tons of junk. lord knows what is under that bed. i think there are some fat clothes in storage boxes. plus world record dust bunnies.

diane

142.0

Thanks Diane for starting this. 

I ate 2 cookies last night and some M&M's. I'm not happy about the choice, but it was only one night. Today is on-plan eating so far. 

I'm still deciding if I want to throw in the weight loss towel. I feel done. I want to be done.

Don't know. 

What's happening Slim?  Talk to us

Nothing. As usual. No real record-able loss or gain. 800 calories. 12 glasses of water. Exercise. But still, nothing. 

Just tired of being me today. The cookies were because I didn't want to deal with how I feel about my MIL. I'm on week 2 of handling everything in my house--kids (daughter with a broken foot - yeah, because we haven't had enough **** happen), animals, work (working with the mega-brainless bestie), MIL, etc. -- by myself. Hubby gets back from a big trip on the same day as my MIL"s 6 siblings and their spouses all roll into town. MIL's being a royal ***** about them all visiting because she doesn't like it - for whatever crazy-ass reason. The reason is different every day. They are going to be here for 1 effing day and she can't even be civil about it. Last night she told me that she didn't care what WE ALL did, she was going to sit in her room. Yeah - we'll see what my husband has to say about that. It won't be pretty. I think I'll sick her oldest daughter on her. She tends to make my MIL sit pretty and behave, but I only like using her in a crunch. 

I'm tired. I don't want to fight for this anymore. Why the **** did I even care? It's just a number. Right? 

Yeah - I don't need enemies - I can do plenty of mental damage to myself. 

But, I just keep going like my sister's old, blind dog. I just run into **** Rub my nose. Adjust my path. Then, keep going until I run into something else. 

I'll keep losing because I'm too damn blind and stupid to stop. Really, what the **** else am I going to do? 

How tall are you?

Most of the time I'm 5'2 1/2" - some doctor offices have called me 5'3". I go with 5'2 1/2". 

I just simply am shooting for a number that puts me in the "normal" range of my BMI and that is what 135 does. I have a lot of muscle, but this is not all muscle. There's still plenty of fat to burn. 

You probably have *some* extra skin which would account for some of your weight above your goal.  Just sayin'.

Slim, that's a lot to carry and maybe I've got this all wrong but you seem to be carrying most of it alone. If that's the case, can you call in the troops on at least one front?  You really need some help. And sometimes it doesn't take much to manage the entire ****ty load differently.  That's all I've got Sweetie, other than to say I care. 

Yeah. I knew this was going to be a tough 2 weeks. 

Honestly, I don't care what my MIL does. If she wants to look like a complete ***** and sit in her room all day while we all have fun - more power to her. If she thinks that she can make that attitude fly with my hubby, she is going to be fearin'. He's very mild-mannered, but when he gets pissed, it isn't pretty. We'll see how much she decides to push him. 

I need to let go (shut up edelu). This **** isn't my problem. I need to focus on what I can do and not worry about the rest. 

Maybe you could decide to be busy elsewhere for at least part of that day.  Your husband can be the ringmaster and give you a break.  I know that's perhaps some perfect-world wishing, but maybe.