I stepped on the scale.
It’s night time. I just ate like a million Oreos. I’m wearing clothes.
154.2
It was staring up at me after only being on the scale for a second.
It’s never been that much before.
Ever.
Already changing my mind about tomorrow. Treadmill @ 4.5 for 45 minutes.
Dinner is the enemy. Need to watch my dinner. Breakfast has always been ok. Now I finally have lunch in control. Stupid dinner. The biggest problem because I get cocky about how well the day has been.
Must remember – this won’t change over night. Baby steps.