Spare Tire Me

I looked in the mirror tonight and nearly threw up.  My stomach that was flat three months ago is roly-poly and creating an absolute cupcake top.  Not familiar with the “cupcake top?”  Think about a muffin.  Then put frosting on it. 

Yeah.

I haven’t had a particularly stellar week, eating wise.  I have manage to get two long walks in that burned almost 500 calories each. 

I’m angry. 

At myself. 

For coming back to this place. 

Again.

Spare me.

Looks like I need to focus.  Looks like I need to own up.  Looks like I need to learn some flipping self-control. 

Hopefully, my chubby head will lose some weight in the next few weeks.  If I can get my brain under control, my body will show up.  I hate this struggle.  I just flat-out hate it. 

I’m pretty certain I’m heading into Weight Watchers for a meeting on Monday.  I need some support and accountability that I’m just not getting at home.  I know what I need to do, I just need to verbalize it with people who are in/have been in the same boat as I’m in. 

Wish me luck.

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