208.8 pounds of lard.
I think Twinkies might be fattening...
That is what the scale of punishment says. Two-hundred-and-eight-god-damn-pounds. Holy Twinkie Batman! Okay so I knew I was a fat ass but I didn’t think it was quite this bad. I honestly cannot even believe I am sharing this shame with the entire world but in a weird cathartic way it feels sort of liberating. Yes I actually weigh this much. I really do. There is a picture to prove it with the empty Joe Joe box (I ate those last night).
So here I am Renegade Readers in all my fat glory. The bright side of this is that I hope some of you are this fat too (if you are not then lie and say you are so I feel better) and next week my tool of punishment will not say 208.8.
Well, it better not or I am taking the scale back to the store, declaring that it is broken and trading it in for some cookies.
~RM1
NO trading scale for cookies!!!! No!!!
Little goals. Like put the Joe Joes down, (whatever they are).
Little goals, like writing everything down that you eat, and when.
And right now? I’m sending you hugs b/c you are very brave, and you can do this. Just don’t get nuts with the scale, use a measuring tape.
Cute toes. I’m so proud of you.
But I am suffering right now, seriously. I’m having ice cream for dinner because it’s the only pleasure I can find right now. I can’t read, I can’t write, I can’t watch HGTV, shit, I can barely walk. But I can taste.
I will join you when I don’t need comfort from Ben and Jerry.
~RM2
You must be blind! Those toes are post-camping nasty!
You deserve Ben & Jerry. You are down to four senses so taste should be indulged. Tell B&J I love and miss them.
~RM1
PS I hope you got good drugs.
If it makes you feel any better, I weigh more than that and would gladly trade you my weight for yours.
hey Jennifer lets do this one together then!
~RM1
Oh, my god. I stand in total awe and amazement that you would post this. I try to hide the number as if no one can tell by the size of my ass. I got on the scale a week ago and was horrified to see 205. This is not my heaviest weight ever…sadly…I’ve made it to 234. I’m so scared of getting back there. So…after getting down to a nice, doable number of 175, I have put back on thirty freakin pounds.
I haven’t read any further on your blog yet to see how your diet is going, but I hope you’ll give inspiration along the way. Apparently, I need it. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the courage to post my own god-awful number on my blog.
or not.
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