Right now I feel like jumping off the bridge anyway.
But I won’t. Well not this weekend anyway.
Tonight was the #fitmke Weight Loss Challenge kickoff and official weigh-in. And BOY did I weigh in. LIKE WEEEEEIIIIIIGHHH in. Before I post the numbers, I would like to mention the following:
- He made me keep my big winter boots on
- I’m fat
- I was a bit dehydrated (apparently, if you’re not well hydrated, it throws off the body fat % number…)
- I’m fat
- It was a PM weigh-in and you typically weigh more in the evening (or so I’ve been told)
- I’m fat
- I have a thyroid condition that has definitely contributed to a massive weight gain over the past year.
That said…. I weighed in at 274.2. Holy !@#($!#$%@$!#*(&! I wanted to cry, but I stayed strong. THEN, I was dragged kicking and screaming had the privilege of getting my body fat percentage taken. It was 45. I am almost HALF FAT. !@#($!@(#$$%&^%^&*%@#$!@#$. But, please keep #3 in mind.
The trainer didn’t take measurements, so I did that when I got home. My sister helped me cuz I could not measure my arms for the life of me.
I’m going to keep track of everything on the Stats page… so if you want to see the damage, click on over. WARNING: content may not be appropriate for the young or faint of heart.
What has this taught me?
I am in need of some SERIOUS changes in my life. Y’all need to keep pushing me, because all I want to do right now is to drown my sorrows in large amounts of alcohol, ice cream and deep fried goodness.
Did I ever mention I’m an emotional eater? Cuz yeah, I am.
I seriously SERIOUSLY want to give up. But I know y’all have my back (all 274.2 pounds of it) and instead, I’m going to steam some veggies. It’s time to say a big ol’ EFFFFF U to the fat.
One more thing. If we’re on a plane and it crashes in the middle of nowhere, I give you permission to eat my fat ass when I die.