Friday, April 4, 2008

Fat and Happy, eh?

I now can completely understand the phrase, "Fat and Happy". I mean, before I was trying to loose weight, I could eat (and it was in moderation) and life was normal. I could eat Momma's home cooking, a slice of key lime pie, chips and salsa and not feel guilty. Now I am frantic and disappointed and hear my conscience, if I even look at a commercial on TV about food. Every person on TV, my head says, "they're skinny, your not!" Now that I am trying, nothing is happening. But I am not giving up. I bought a new scale yesterday. Dang it to Harpersville for it didn't weigh me any less. I don't know if the reason I bought it was to torture or motivate myself....

4 comments:

The Roaming Southerner said...

Scales are the devil...I keep shoes on top of mine so there is no where for me to put my feet...therefore I can't weigh myself. Can you tell I'm in denial?

Leigh said...

Preach on sister! I am with ya (in denial too). I am finding the biggest pair of boots I have and putting them on it.

Deedra said...

We definitely need to meet and walk soon. I try to walk at Joe Tucker at least once a week just for a change of scenery.

jennifer said...

Hey Leigh. I am right there with you. Not just TV though, losts of people and things make me feel bad about how I look. I've started a diet this week and so far so good but I have A LOT to lose.

Be blessed and hang in there.

Jennifer