No change. No fucking change!
That will teach me to eat salty stuff the day before a weigh in, I guess.
I just suck.
I am so angry at myself and I want to cry. And binge. And scream. And throw my scale against a wall.
I probably won't do any of those things, tho.
Rather than moping and pouting and feeling sorry for myself, I need to get my fat ass out and walk. This evening after the sun sets, a nice walk would relieve the crap I am feeling and maybe get this bod to doing what it is supposed to be doing.
Perhaps cutting back on the salt wouldn't hurt, either?
I still suck.