I may have started the week out strong- but it's wrapping up pretty weakly. Yes, I'm trying to wrap it up already. And it's only Thursday (which means I still have a weekend to get through).
This morning I woke up, did my sleepy morning shuffle to the scale, saw the number, and immediately unleashed a fury of wrathful words at my hated scale. Then I proceeded to get in the shower and fight back tears while I suds up my fat belly. More cussing ensued. I finished my morning ritual, all the while debating between stuffing my non-hungry face because I was pissed and/or not eating for the rest of the day. Neither happened, I seemed to have gotten distracted with my hair.
I'm tired of this fight today. I feel like my ass and my belly will not cooperate. The harder I work at getting them to let go- the more they hold on. Forget you belly and ass fat- FORGET YOU.
I mean, I can't even type anymore right now- thinking about the whole thing is sending me into a rage. I hope my period is about to start soon or something, because the influx of emotions I keep feeling today is NOT helping my professional or social lives right now.
I need a hug.