Yesterday I stepped on the scale for the first time in I’m-not-sure-how-long (because stepping on the scale ruins my day) and was horrified to see that I weigh more now than ever. 217.six-tenths-of-a-pound-doesn’t-even-fucking-matter-at-this-point.
I was successful at losing weight once before. I got down to my goal: 135 (!!!) but then I got divorced and gained it all back plus some. So chalk that up to just one more reason to hate the guy. (Kidding. Kinda.)
I had a blog the first time, too. It helped. Or, at least, I think it did. So, here I am again. Round two. Hundred and eighty-six. Let’s have some fun.