I ordered a scale this week. I had a super nice digital one prior to COT but it got misplaced after the many mini moves. So the new one arrived at my doorstep yesterday. i took it out of the amazon boxing and that is as far as I have gone. It sits in the product boxing leaning up against a wall in my empty dining room.
Too scared to open it and actually step on the bloody thing, because i know it is going to be a very bad number, very bad! How do I know these things - trust me I know!
Yesterday,I dropped cousin off at the airport to go and supervise the TMO pack up from my storage unit. On the way back I stopped by the grocery because I needed some topical steroid cream however I thought I could pick up a few things. $94 later I leave and only three things in my cart were really bad. Two jars of peanut butter (creamy and chunky) and a package of turtle cookies from the bakery. Yes,I ate every damn one of those cookies while I stared suspiciously at the new scale leaning against the wall.
Did I mention I bought the peanut butter? Not small jars, but family drum sizes. Oh and some beer to help wash all that crap down with. Not the poster child for a healthy diet these days. And did I mention you can get kicked out of the military for being too fat or failing the PT test. well ya can!!
I was so set to run yesterday, but chickened out in the end. I have so much to do and getting fat is not on the list. So I begin again! Day one starts now! I am considering throwing out the peanut butter. A costly lesson in will power...I have to think on that on and for Christ sake I need to put that scale somewhere else.
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