April 26, 2004 at 8:59 pm
Needless to say, I fell off the wagon again. Blech. This is why there are so many fat asses in America – losing weight is hard.
Anyway, I think I might be guilted into taking at least 1 flight of stairs at work. I can take the elevator to the 3rd floor and then walk up the fourth. That’s no problem at all. I should start parking farther away too. I need to lose weight. I can feel it in my knees when I’m coming down the stairs. If I keep gaining weight I might seriously be heading for a wheelchair. If I could just knock some fucking sense into myself I might have a chance.
I should make sure I stick to my walking program too. I went for 4 days and flaked. God! I need to learn fucking discipline. Sometimes I wish I had a harsher childhood and had been forced to do things I didn’t want to. Maybe it would have taught me something. I wouldn’t be such a sloth now.
And I need to stop buying crap food. Krispy Kreme I’m looking at you. Shame on you for placing your tasty products in Meijer. Take your icing coated delicacies back to the kitchen! Tempt me not!
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Alison • July 24, 2008 at 6:41 am
Sorry this is so late, your story sounds so much like myself (as everyone says.) Well let me tell you… nope if you had a harder childhood (like me) you might have ended up worse or at a similar place in life I guess. I had a harsh grandmother, and I was basically Cinderella at her house, clean and scrub. I’m 380 now. But you’ve really inspired me! I’ve got down to 200 before, but gained it back after my parents died. I’m going for fabulousness now :) I’m not looking back.
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Cassie • December 18, 2009 at 9:27 am
Thank you for your honesty. In my head, I sound just like you!!
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