I guess I'm going to break down and buy a scale. I'm too fat to work out, so I'm tired. Or ... I'm too tired to work out, so I'm fat. I just have to quit making excuses and get off my fat, disgusting ass and do something about it. Went to the Dr. No thyroid issues. I'm currently at my pregnancy weight; the highest weight I've ever been at. I'm tipping the scales at a whopping 210 lbs right now. I'd like to be down to 148 by my birthday. If I don't start something here, it will NEVER happen. So, I've GOT to get it together. I've GOT to get my life together. My joints are starting to hurt; I'm carrying way too much weight on my frame. I went through this with Kody too. It's almost like a VERRRRRRY delayed PPD feeling. There's a reason Kody was 10 before I managed to get all that baby weight off and then some.
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. Tomorrow my alarm will be set at 4:00 am just like EVERY day. Maybe I'll finally get out of bed and exercise. I want to look like that girl in the pic.
