The girl who cried wolf?

Okay, I'm sure you're all thinking this of me by now, as I'm hopelessly obsessed with the scale... and all 'woe is me' i'm not going to lose weight. But seriously. Scale was up 3 lbs one day, down 4 lbs the next day. Up 2 lbs the next day, down 3 lbs the next day. And you're all right. It doesn't matter what the scale says every day in between, it's what it says on Tuesday that matters. However, I firmly believe that if I was not to check on any day except Tuesday, I would be far less motivated. Seeing the numbers actually motivates me to do better, so this is all part of my fat therapy. Oh and in case you haven't seen the latest headlines, the net result of WW - W1 is a loss of 3 lbs. That's 3 lbs closer to being the hottie with the million dollar body. Or at least the hottie with a size 6 bootie. Here goes week 2! WML! Cheers, S.

1 week down ? to go

Well week 1 will officially be over shortly, and tomorrow evening I face the scale again. This morning, the lost pound was still lost, but TBH, I was really expecting it to be more. Back when I was a young whippersnapper, I could lose 4 lbs the first week no problem. Now I'm struggling to get rid of one little one. Old age sucks. But this is a good time to recap my plan... 2 lbs every week for 10 weeks. Then 1 lb every week for 10 weeks. Total - 30 lbs. And for those of you who don't think I need to lose that much weight, oh yea, I do. I could even stand to lose another 10 on top of it and still be within what is considered "healthy." However... I do like a little meat on my bones. If I didn't have my weight to obsess about, I'd probably obsess about something insane... like my hair. Oh wait. Shit! Cheers, S.

Up and down... up and down...

Yesterday I had a bit of good news when I hopped on the scale! It was down a pound. Said pound was still MIA mid-day today, but has since found it's way back to my ass. I know none of this really matters until I face the WW scale Tuesday night, but my obsession continues. Here's hoping the pound gets lost again tomorrow... and maybe brings a friend or two with it. UGH Cheers, S.

I have never been so excited to see a banana in my life...

I almost had an orgasm. Okay, not quite, but a mini one. I have been staaaaarving all day, as the husband is taking me out for Indian tonight to mourn the loss of my favorite restaurant. So I know I have to save 13 points for a nice dinner. I ate light for breakfast, light for lunch, and no snacks, so you can imagine my stomach is rumbling more than a tornado in Kansas. So while I was cleaning the kitchen sink, I was delighted - and actually jumped for joy when I found a banana hiding in the basket! (For those of you non-dieters a/k/a skinny bitches - a banana is free food!) It was the best banana I ever wolfed down. I won't even sugar coat it. I shoved that thing in my mouth so fast... it well, probably sounds more erotic than it should. It was just yum. Cheers, S.

The scale still sucks...

3 days straight at the gym and the scale still looks at me and laughs. I know I am setting myself up for disappointment when I look every day, but I'm so frustrated that I try SO hard and have no results. I know all of the bullshit cliches about good things and waiting... yada, yada... but have you met me? Right. I cannot stand the way I look from the waist down... and if you do, you have issues! LOL. Cheers to the freakin' weekend. S.

Hopelessly addicted to the scale...

I check the scale CONSTANTLY. I also KICK the scale CONSTANTLY. Does anyone else weigh themselves like 3 times a day? Well I do, maybe more. Once in the morning, completely naked, after a wee. (TMI?) Then again in the evening after dinner, and if I'm home during the day -- at random times for shits and giggles. Seriously obsessive about this. And guess what? The scale hasn't budged in two days. Oh woah is me, I know, but I'd like to see some sort of response to my suffering! On a positive note, I made it to the gym two days in a row and am knee deep (and other body parts are equally excited) in a super good smutty romance novel I'm hooked on. It almost was fitting that the uber meathead next to me was orgasming the alphabet next to me today (way gross by the way). Here's hoping the scale makes a move south tomorrow. Please. Please. Please. Off to check again. You never know. Right?

Happy New Year Fat Ass!

Yesterday was the day. I did it. I faced the scale. The woman who was weighing me in said, "oh you're a teeny one" -- that was BEFORE I stepped on the scale. I swear I heard her moo after I stepped off. I managed to look at the little sticker that had my weight on it (with one eye open) and nearly passed out. I'm at least 10 lbs more than I thought I was... and that's even after going to the doctor last week and getting weighed in. (The doc's scales are always off.) SON OF A BITCH! So today marks day 1... and so far.... so hungry! But my eye is on the prize - and I'm looking forward to hitting the gym at lunch for a brisk 1/2 hour walk. Good times. How are the rest of my fat bottomed friends? :) Cheers, S.