So, I lost one pound this week, which is awesome considering we were visiting my sister. My sister and her husband are on Weight Watchers, too. We made a decision to be good and stay away from our typical spread of donuts and cookies.
Right now I’m typing this post on my iPhone, so no outfit this week. We are on our way to Brookfield Zoo. As I was getting ready this morning, I was really struggling with my clothes. I pretty much despise getting dressed, everything looks dumpy and I rarely feel or look cute. My belly hangs over my pants, my arms are thick and my thighs are wide. I literally switch from frumpy t-shirt to t-shirt settling for the one that makes me feel less like a college softball player. (without the muscle.).
I get so bummed.
We stopped at a gas station for coffee and decide, despite having a good breakfast of one cup of Raisin Bran with skim milk, to buy donut sticks.
As i’m reaching for this “treat,” I’m telling myself “this is the problem, this is what makes you not like the way you look.”
I buy them anyway.
I’m tired of cheating on myself.
I’m tired of feeling sad when I look in the mirror.
