I Fell Off The Wagon

We interrupt your regularly scheduled Saturday Photo Hunt with a confession post.

I'm effin' fat again. To say I fell off the wagon doesn't even quite do it justice. I fell off the wagon which was at the edge of a mountain, and I hit a lot of jutting branches and ledges on the way down.

Tuesday night I weighed myself at 221.

Two

Hundred

Twenty

One.

Let me put it bluntly...that's 6 pounds heavier than I was when I started dieting last year. I had gotten down to the 180 area. Maybe slightly lighter. And then blam...a year later and I'm 6 pounds heavier than when I freaking started. Just like me.

Well, I'm disgusted with myself. I look bad, I feel bad, time to remember that motivation and drop again. I've already gotten to about 217, but of course, that was probably the water weight. But even then, I'm only getting back to where I started a year and a half ago.

I'm shooting to get to the 200 mark, or maybe break it, by the time Erin is born, and hopefully back to the 180 point or so by the new year. Wish me luck, send me strength and motivational skills.