Tuesday, February 01, 2011
I admit I may have been a bit obsessive about my weight. I like to see the numbers change it's my high in life, well that and sunshine. I was weighing myself 5-6 times a day, now I know damn well there isn't going to be an fat change but instead just sweat, water loss/gain. I just needed that extra reassurance that I was doing well, that I'm making positive changes.
I know my limitations. I know I had anorexia when I was younger, I know gaining and not being able to lose has consumed me and sent me into a downward spiral of depression. I know when I look in the mirror I rarely see positive.
I know in my heart that he did the right thing by taking the scale but it just makes me mad, I hope I get over it.