Whoa nelly!

curled lip going on (I may be a little jiggly around the heart but I can even crush a man's mind with my thighs!). I wish to go weigh myself but I recognize there's price to turn before I can do that without completely squashing my current high so I'm staying the heck AWAY from the scale.

I know I'm being silly but I suppose this is better than all of those months where I expected nothing to occur and naught to commute no matter how strong or how long I tried. I think I've learned that it is potential to lose weight. And I guess that's fantastic. For most of my lifetime I only thinking I was fat and that was the way it was and nothing could be done about it so why bother.

So I'm glad that I live now that I can do something about it (although I'm certain I'm still going to take days where I guess it's all glued to my bones and Never COMING OFF). But this is still dangerous territory.

I love better than to carry huge results after just two days! I'm telling myself to dumb down! Back up a little! Wait. Be patient. Because jumping on the scale now and being unable to meet my completely unrealistic expectations is simply asking for soul-crushing disappointment and frustration, maybe some burnout at the gym followed by a slip back to the tableland and the box of twinkies there.

Me and my box of twinkies. Alone. Forever.

. . . I believe that mental picture is adequate to hold me aside from the plate a few more days. Gotta keep on truckin'.