Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The other day I remember stepping on the scale. I remember crying my eyes out just as Patrick called. He seemed pretty alarmed and all I could keep choking out was "I'm so FAT! I'm a WHALE now! I GOT ON THE SCALE OH WHY DID I DO THAT!!!" That,between gulping,hysterical sobs I love the fact he carries that typical ex-Marine,Aries cool headedness and calm.
He went on to tell me that it wasn't true that I was beautiful to him and I didn't need to change anything,ect. Then he says "Hold on a second..GABBY! QUIT EATING THE GRASS!" (his chocolate lab was chomping as fast as she could on the lawn). I fell into hysterical giggles.
Today was a little better. I had a WW Chicken Quesadilla,and replaced lunch with a protein shake and lifted my free weights. Maybe small steps will lead to big ones.
I only want to not HATE myself anymore. I would be happy,with simply THAT....