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Wow. 275. I was upset that I hadn't lost any weight and that I weighed 275 after a couple months of working out. That was back at the beginning of February.
I've put on 16 pounds since then.
291.
I weigh 291 pounds. That's almost 300 pounds.
That's only five pounds less than I weighed at the highest weight in my life.
I almost cried, but I didn't. I've done this to myself.
I weighed myself today. I finally broke down and bought a scale. I would always put it off. I said we didn't have the money. But I feel like part of me was really afraid to find out how much I had gained. Anyway, I just weighed myself and that was the number. I ate breakfast and drank lots of water today, but I doubt it made much of a difference. Tomorrow morning, I will do my official weigh-in.
My husband was very supportive of me. I woke up this morning and took measurements. I was baffled at how quickly I had gained inches, and I finally said to David, "Let's buy a scale today." So we did. We bought a scale. We also bought a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables and nuts, things that I have also always said were too expensive. The truth is, dried beans are fine, but living on white rice isn't. Neither is adding margarine to food to make it taste better.
I've made myself afraid of buying food. I have a hard time spending much more than 50 cents a meal. I would go to the store, buy bulk oatmeal, dried beans and peas, and white rice. Oatmeal is good. Beans are good. Brown rice is better than white. So where did I put on all the weight?
We make everything from scratch anymore. Including bread.
We had been making a lot of white bread, and I've been eating it. I also will eat leftover muffins or sweet bread for the guests at the inn. That's not going to be an option anymore.
I got a jump rope today. I took it outside and realized how uncoordinated I am. But it made me laugh.
I've put on 16 pounds since then.
291.
I weigh 291 pounds. That's almost 300 pounds.
That's only five pounds less than I weighed at the highest weight in my life.
I almost cried, but I didn't. I've done this to myself.
I weighed myself today. I finally broke down and bought a scale. I would always put it off. I said we didn't have the money. But I feel like part of me was really afraid to find out how much I had gained. Anyway, I just weighed myself and that was the number. I ate breakfast and drank lots of water today, but I doubt it made much of a difference. Tomorrow morning, I will do my official weigh-in.
My husband was very supportive of me. I woke up this morning and took measurements. I was baffled at how quickly I had gained inches, and I finally said to David, "Let's buy a scale today." So we did. We bought a scale. We also bought a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables and nuts, things that I have also always said were too expensive. The truth is, dried beans are fine, but living on white rice isn't. Neither is adding margarine to food to make it taste better.
I've made myself afraid of buying food. I have a hard time spending much more than 50 cents a meal. I would go to the store, buy bulk oatmeal, dried beans and peas, and white rice. Oatmeal is good. Beans are good. Brown rice is better than white. So where did I put on all the weight?
We make everything from scratch anymore. Including bread.
We had been making a lot of white bread, and I've been eating it. I also will eat leftover muffins or sweet bread for the guests at the inn. That's not going to be an option anymore.
I got a jump rope today. I took it outside and realized how uncoordinated I am. But it made me laugh.