I don't own a scale. I used to, but I gave it to DI. I don't want to check on my weight every day; I think I could get obsessive. That means that when I went in for my annual check up today, I found that I have gained 20 pounds in the last year. So that's awesome.
I knew my clothes didn't fit right. I knew that I feel lethargic more often than not. I knew I'd felt buried and out of control. I didn't know that would be represented by a number as large as 20.
I'm gonna go feel sorry for myself for awhile. After that, I guess I have the choice between eating a cookie and going for a walk.
(Also, husbands who eat all the same things you do and don't gain 20 pounds are super annoying.)
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