So I weighed myself this morning (I've decided I'm going to do it every day, if I can) and I'm not happy. Mind you, it would be completely irrational of me to expect any weight-loss at all, since I was sidelined for most of last week with a nasty cold. But I was kind of hoping against hope, and feeling that just wanting it bad enough would be enough to make it so. Okay, that is completely irrational, but I never claimed to be the embodiment of logic.
I was also debating whether or not I should include my weight in my 'shape up' posts. I honestly don't think I can, because the number scares me, shames me, and angers me all at once. Even as I type this, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. So instead, I will just state how far I have yet to go. After all, it's more important that I focus on where I want to be, rather than where I am. Because where I am is not a good place at all.