The line I keep crossing
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
It seems like I always have a weight limit. A certain number that I tell myself that no matter what, I will absolutely never go over. Over the past 2 years as my weight has been slowly creeping up, I keep moving up the number and as of this morning I am 17 lbs over my limit. I tell myself that it's probably water weight or what I ate for dinner the night before, but I ALWAYS find a way to justify it in my mind. So I move my number up about 5 lbs every six months or so. It's not that I'm obsessing about the number but my clothes just keep getting tighter and tighter. The jeans that I once tossed in the dryer now have to be hung to dry. I can't risk them shrinking even a little bit. I cannot continue this downward spiral, something's got to change and it's up to me. Is this the rock bottom I had to hit before getting serious?
Thanks for listening....I'm going to get on the treadmill now!