Measurements

Boy, I won't be using the food log here!  Too damn' hard to get what I want listed and very slow.  I don't know how to read the end of the food descriptions... there's about 10 for Brussels Sprouts, boiled, drained with s*****  what the heck is that?

Anyhow, I'm all pissed off because since I got the treadmill and started blogging about this, I've done nothing except gain weight. I haven't been able to commit to eating right and I'm very cranky!

I wanted to stop drinking diet coke and I will - right after I have one more.  Except there's never enough 'more'.  Typical freaking alcoholic, one is too many - thousands aren't enough.

So I measured myself in case I'm losing inches instead of pounds. Hah!  I know what the answer to that is, I can feel it in my clothes and it's not like I can't see my %^#%$#^% stomach.  I feel like a whale.

The important measurements are 40, 47, 48.  Apple shaped, that's me!  I really don't have hips, the only reason why the hip measurement is bigger than my waist is because my stomach hangs down. F*ck, it's just gross.  I have this flap of abdomen - much more than just skin, although one day that's all it will be.  It hangs down - I look like I have a bum on my front of me, there's even a kind of indentation down the middle. My stomach rests on my thighs and pushes them apart, sometimes my hips hurt from the pressure.  Blechhhh I hate being me today.

One bright note that I'm going to finish with for tonight.  I drank more water today than normal.  I'll try and do that again tomorrow.  Oh, yeah - I also spent 55 minutes on the treadmill tonight too.  GFM.

ttfn (if anyone's reading)