So I weighed myself and I have gained 0.2 pounds which puts me at 269 total pounds. Considering that Timothy and I had just returned from spending the weekend in Destin with Mama and Daddy, I think that it could be considered as a good thing.
When I saw the weight, I got into a slump. Why keep starving when I gain weight? Yes, it was only 0.2 pounds but it hurt my feelings, if that makes any sense. Maybe it will be better next week. Keep your fingers crossed!
About Me
- ELR
- I'm loud. I'm bossy. I'm terribly moody. I've got a bad temper. But somehow, I've managed to keep good--if not great--relationships with those that I choose to speak to. Have I lost friends? Sure. Everyone has. I don't believe all that crap about "those who really matter will always be there." It's crap. We choose who we want to be with us, they don't get to. It all boils down to this--I love my family (minus one person in particular), I love my friends, and I'll fight like hell for any of them. THOSE are the people who matter; the ones that you'd back up even when they're 100% wrong. That's me. In a nutshell.
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