Today, I got on the scale for the first time in a long time, and it read 184.7 pounds.
To be honest, I am surprised that it didn’t read 194 pounds.
I am not exercising. I am sitting around too much. I am mindlessly eating crap all the time – still with the cookies, nuts and chips. I polished off the remains of my son’s birthday cake all by myself. I am not eating much fruit at all. I am eating zero veggies – other than fried onion rings and eggplant. I am eating too much fluffy white bread.
I think about how I need to lose weight. And, I know what I need to do, but, it doesn’t stop me from popping cookies into my mouth.
It’s frustrating. I don’t like having to sort through the laundry to find clothes that I can squeeze into (because most things no longer fit). But, I don’t want to starve myself either.
In any event, I really need to lose 9 pounds. It would be awesome to lose 13. But, that would be greedy at this point. If I can drop 9 before June gets here, then the summer would be a lot better.