Who the hell coined that phrase and why am I suffering from it?
Since it is on my mind today, I guess we are going to confront the 12 pounds that I have gained since this Chinese curse took over the world.
And while we are at it, why has it all of a sudden become the norm to put in that “point five pounds” in my weight like it means something? Blow your nose or go pee and that “point five ponds” is going to disappear. It’s so dumb that today’s scales measure that way.
Here’s a fun fact... weigh yourself naked, take a poop then weigh yourself again. You’ll literally lose a pound. I’m not kidding either. That’s how that works. Don’t believe me? Well... you know what to do to test my accuracy. 💩
Am I obsessed with my weight? Not really. I keep an eye on my size instead of my weight which I think is a healthier way to look at it.
I’m uncomfortable as hell in some of my clothing right now and I need to fix it FFS. I really don’t care that I gained 12 pounds. What I do care about is that the way my clothes are fitting has told me I gained 12 pounds of fat. Cheesecake be damned. (Now I want cheesecake.)
Yeah that pic is upside down. Do I care? Yeah. A lot but I haven’t quite figured this app out yet. 🥴
Prozac really doesn’t help this situation much either. One of the things that it is prescribed for is anorexia so one of the side effects is weight gain. I’m still OK with that.
So... what am I going to do to fix this? Eat less cheesecake, chips and other garbage that has invaded my life out of boredom at the moment. Eat more fruit and veg. When I was vegan, I was maintaining. Now that I’ve started eating animal products again, not so much. I wonder if that has anything to do with it?
Anyway... I’m going to Kroger today to grab some stuff... I mean salad. But we all know what happened the last time I went to get salad. I came home with cheesecake and chips. 🤦♀️