I don't know why, but lately I feel extra fat and flabby. Like- extra extra fat and flabby. The scale keeps saying I weigh around the same, but my double chin keeps laughing in my face when I look in the mirror. I'm irate about it. I like, seriously want to cut it off.
Tonight I was talking to a friend and she has about 70 lbs to lose. She called me to let me know she bought 3 pairs of running shoes, she started a kickboxing class, and she's also starting South Beach. While we discussed how not to lose yourself in the rampage...I started wondering why I don't make weight loss more of a priority- especially because I know it would make me so much happier if I would just lose these last 15. The longer they are around, the more I hate and despise them. I've had my days where I think it's so hard and I can't do it- but I've also done it before, so I know it can be done. Why can't I just make it a priority and stick to it?
Part of it is this depression/funk I'm in. The new boy is kind of a douche. Today I was at work and opened my phone to find a picture of his penis. Why he felt the need to send it to me I will never know. I did not ask to see that veiny, red INFLAMED looking thing. I will never understand why men MUST show you their junk...is it a testosterone thing? SICK. I don't want to see that thing, seriously. There is NOTHING in me that is like- I wonder what his penis looks like. NOTHING. He let me know earlier this week he would not be sending me pictures of it because he was a gentlemen, to which I let him know I had no desire to see it, so thank you. It occurred to me today that he's obviously been itching to send that pic for several days. I'm just turned off- it's so typical and I'm so over it. Chalk him up as another idiot- on to another.