I will tell you what happened...I have ballooned to an incredulous weight. A momentous, egregious, filthy, horrific, monstrous, from the depths of hell, ridiculous amount of weight has glommed onto my body. It really isn't pretty, folks.
I bought a scale yesterday and if you couldn't tell already, I used it today. I cannot even write the number down or speak of it...and you all know that I, at times, have vomit of the mouth. I usually end up telling someone by the second or third time I have met them way too personal information about myself but that's me. This though. This! I cannot speak of. One might ask, "Why get a scale? It only will disgust you and make you cringe. That's why I don't get a scale." I have heard this numerous times. I got the damn scale to do just that, disgust me and make me cringe...nothing else has seemed to motivate me to get off my lazy ass and do something about my exponentially growing figure. And let me tell you, folks, this number has motivated me more than I ever imagined. Elliptical, here I come!
P.S. Please all keep your fingers crossed for me that I actually get my lazy ass in gear. I need all of the support and good mojo that I can get for this endeavor.
No comments:
Post a Comment