So, I woke up yesterday morning, got on the scale, it said “fuck you” and then waived its middle finger at me – taunting me like the asshole it is. So I decided I could take matters into my own hands like the below or buy a new scale or well, do what we all wish we didn’t have to do and start eating healthy again and exercising.
This is what I wanted to do to my scale this morning.
Well, dammit, I don’t think the first two options work. Well, they could, but it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I’m gonna have to go with the eating healthier and exercising bullshit. I’m sitting here eating egg whites now. Yay me. I know you are jealous.
I’m a stress eater. With the pup (bat youngin’s are called this) issues over the last few weeks, as you can imagine, I’ve tried to eat myself absolutely into a sugar coma. Well and the drunk painting from this weekend (3 bottles of wine between my friend and I) didn’t help either. That’s not good and it has its own issues. I do find it interesting, because I do the opposite as an older fart adult as I did in high school and college as a younger adult. I didn’t eat a thing when stressed, which is also bad, but damn did I look good.So, I’m on the healthy eating train as of yesterday. I did pretty well, except for that tiny bit of ice cream I had late last night. Ugh. Anyway, although this is a short post, I wanted to warn everyone that I’m a little crankier than usual. I won’t give you the blow-by-blow (hey, getcher minds outta the gutter) on how this all goes. It is interesting how I felt pretty good yesterday after eating healthy again, but I was a little hungry. Ok I was fucking starving.
I know I’m going to feel so much better. It’s going to be getting over the hump of the first week. May the odds be forever in my favor. You guys have been warned. 
