Short and Stout

My dad is right. It happens. And it's frustrating but it does happen. I'm a little perplexed by it but then again - maybe I'm not. We'll find out tomorrow when I get back on my scale. Today it went up by a whole pound. And I've been working out - rather hardcore, if I do say so myself. My scale is officially (again) at the highest it's ever been. Today, I stepped out of the 3 pound range I should be in, based on the idea that the average person's weight fluctuates within a 3 pound range most of the time.

Today Fed Ex should be dropping off my new mirror as well. A full length one so that I can see myself from top to bottom. I honestly believe that if I had a mirror during the last year, (besides the one in my bathroom that has a Funhouse effect once you hit a certain spot in the glass, thank God I'm short or I'd be looking at a deformed version of my head each day - and this particular mirror is only for the top half anyway), I wouldn't have gone this far overboard.

I was hanging with one of my girls last night (her alias has yet to be determined) and we discussed the issue at hand. She and I sometimes take a decent amount of time between seeing each other. Not because we don't want to, we just live opposite lives (work-wise). And she was willing to be completely honest with me. She said a few months ago, after one of our long breaks, she looked at me and thought "oh my... she's gotten rounder". We laughed. Because it's true. She's someone who's seen me when I'm at my "normal" weight... when I'm a much smaller size than where I am now. The fact is... while I'm acting obsessed about it, I've got a big job on my hands. And most of my focus at the moment rests in this one goal. I've had this weight on me for somewhere within a six month to one year range. My mom said she thinks it happened right after I moved into my new place. Maybe...

Other goals to follow soon...