Mirror-maimed

I can’t stand the way I look. I just stood there really looking at what I’ve done to my body. This has been the hardest week so far emotionally with this journey of losing weight. I feel most uncomfortable. I can’t give up because that would mean what? There’s nothing sadder than realizing you’re responsible for your own folly. I’ve always been aware of this reality but I rarely take the time to drink in the complete picture so to speak. No change on weight, I suspect tomorrow the scale will show something different. I don’t know if that will make me feel better or not, because the reflection will still look the same. I guess whenever I feel like eating something not in keeping with my better health I should just run to the bathroom and stare in the mirror for a good 10 minutes and call it a day. If I can stare at that horrid reflection and eat something not good for me, well I might as well end it now! I’d have to be completely insane. I’m drinking my water and not feeling good that’s all there is to it. I’m going back to bed for a while. No energy for anything.

Yesterday’s foods:

3 pieces of chicken
3 rolls
Macaroni and cheese

Yup, I should have looked in the mirror.

144/80 BP 70 pulse ~ Down -00 ~ Total Lost 016 ~ 400 till Goal

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