I thought I’d be under 200 pounds by now. But I’m not. I’m still stuck at 203. This is PISSING ME OFF SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW, but I keep reminding myself that there is progress and that’s what matters. (or so I tell myself so as not to cry or put a hole in the wall.)
I need to get to at least 150 before my endocrinologist will take me off of met*formin and I really need to get off of met*formin because it is RUINING MY LIFE with the “side effects” and by “side effects” I mean “unpredictable ass explosions.”
I’m going to change a few things in my diet this week as well as kick things up a notch at the gym. I’m hoping this does the trick to get things moving again weight loss wise.
199, here I come. Let’s hope it happens before the end of the year. Or I will cry. Or put a hole in the wall.