Ha, far from shrinking into oblivion, but I am losing a little weight still. That feels okay.
I have a love hate relationship with the scale as I’m sure many ladies can attest to. I like it when the scale appears to be in my favour. I love seeing numbers on the decline when I step on it first thing in the morning. I almost feel like bending over and giving it a sweet little kiss. *mwuah*

The days that I don’t see falling numbers? Bad. Very bad. It’s a horrible start to a day if you ask me. Oh, great. Thanks, yes, I know…. I’m still fat. Wonderful. Losin’ this baby fat is harder then I thought it would be. There are still those last ten pounds of lard (ass) that won’t go away. FUCK OFF ALREADY!? What the hell do you want from me!? I didn’t think about this part when I agreed to having a baby. I didn’t think about the flabby saggy skin that would remain and I didn’t think about the muffin top, nor did I think about the extra sack of potatoes that I would wear around my waist for an extra year plus. Why do women always have to get shit on? Why do we have to deal with PMS, water retention, birth, baby fat, saggy tits and everything else and men? Nothing. Piss on that.

Know why my lard (ass) is still here? Exercise. Err.. I mean lack of exercise. Plain and simple; I don’t do it. I don’t like to sweat. Not cool. Plus, I just don’t have the time or money, will power, motivation… call it what you want. I have none of it. I’d rather plop my goodfornothing ass here and feel sorry for myself. Yes, I deserve it, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I did Weight Watchers and it really worked. I was very skeptical at first, but pleasantly surprised. Why’d I stop you ask? I went back to work. My schedule and learning a new routine gave me an excuse to eat shitty again and not take responsibility for my actions. I suck, that about sums it up. I just thought that I would put it off and get back to it later. Then my procrastination kicked in… huh, surprise, surprise.

So here I sit with the last ten pounds, I feel better, but not what I want to feel. The scale is still very slowly going down, and I guess that’s better then up, right?