How can I hate something so deeply and yet not really be committed to doing anything about it?
But I am committed to doing something about it. Darn it. I am exercising dad-gum four to six times a week!! [you can see I have a real bad potty-mouth...] Doesn't that count for something?? Apparently not! Because, here I am, over six weeks into "the challenge" and only down 7 pounds! ARGH!! Darn it! Dad-gum! FIDDLESTICKS!!
Sigh. Yeah. Yeah. I know the drill. "Just keep it up." I know the positives... Here, let me recite them for you:
- my body is healthier even if it's not much smaller
- my body is re-shaping itself, although it's still very fat
- I have built muscle
- I have made a habit of exercising
- yadda, yadda, yadda
I am tired of being fat! What does it take around here to motivate a fat girl to take drastic measures to achieve weight loss??
Last night, I actually discussed some sort of surgery to get me some help in this area. I have never seriously considered this option. I have heard the failure rate for weight loss surgery is quite high. But, then again, ya know, only about 98% people who loose weight following a diet gain it back. Talk about a high failure rate!!
Argh. That's my crap unload for ya. Hope it didn't bring you down.