PUSH THAT ****!
I’ve noticed that my level of happiness seems to correspond with my weight. The less I weigh, the happier I am. Today, I stepped on the scale and weighed in at 129.63…and was thrilled. Apparently, being sick off my ass for 6 days took 8 pounds off me.
I went through today absolutely euphorically. I looked at myself in the gym….and wow. I’ve decided to not go back into the 130’s, but dammit, do whatever I can to stay at 129 and below!
My birthday goal of 125 is within reach….I CAN DO IT!
No more carbs, no more fats, just protein protein protein!
RAWR!
February 23, 2009 at 10:35 am
Awwww lol i had the same problem until my mom came up to me and said its unhealthy for my mentality to weigh my self more then 2 times a week so thats what i did i weighed my self once a week and i would be extremely motivated and happy for the whole week by doing that i improved my weight loss and its a chain reaction week after week