Like a condemned prisoner stepping up to the gallows. That was how I approached the scale today. I hadn't weighed in all week because I knew the news would be horrible.
And it was.
It's not like KNOWING the number made me fatter. I was already fatter - the scale just puts a number definition on it.
And without that number I had an ability to live - a little bit - in denial. And denial can be wonderful.
So what now? I'm ashamed and discouraged and feeling like a failure. It's being overly dramatic, I know. I mean look how much weight I lost to get here - so I CAN lose again. To be frank I just don't want to put the effort into it.
I want to have my cake and eat it, too. Proverbially and literally!
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