Heavy Sigh

I'm a different kind of sad today. The kind of sad you are when you're upset with yourself. The kind of sad where you sit around demoralizing oneself and eating things you aught have, especially when the sin that passed your lips is part of the reason you are in this damnable situation in the first friggin' place.

(Can you hear my accent when I type? No, just me then!)

So when I was working for the barn I lost 28 surprising pounds in 6 months. Well I found 14 (longlostandneverwantedtofindagain) pounds last night on the awful (truth telling) scale. Oh I had an inkling they were back since the size 12 pants I bought are to to snug now and the 14's are comfortable. Cry, Cry, for shame on me.

So since I no longer have a sabotage problem what with errant man who loves Doritos and chocolate chip cookies on a health kick and the brat being out voted 2 to 1 perhaps, mayhaps and possibly I can still manage to reach my goal weight of 145.

So, I've relogged myself into the Spark only to find I had forgotten most of what I learned only further proving to myself how egad awful lazy I am.

Heavy Le Sigh.