I blame you Clomid

and your little friends Novarel and Prometrium.

3 freaking pounds. I gained three God damned pounds this last week. What the fucking shit man. While I wasn't perfect, I wasn't that bad.

The reason for the blame? I couldn't even suck my gut in the morning far enough to see my pubes (normally I only have to push the boobs out of the way for this). Not effing funny. I was getting ready for work and J started joking about how he should keep me home in my skin tight pants. He shut up pretty quickly when I told him I bought them a month ago and they were almost falling off me.

For the love of everything holy, let this be my motivation to actually do what I keep saying I am going to do.

I am going to reweigh in a couple days other wise Weight Watchers will yell at me when I lose 5 lbs in a week.

My scale is a fucking liar.

And oh how I wish that lie would have been true. My initial weight this morning was 199.4. I was almost giddy- under 200! Woo hoo!

Then I stepped off and it didn't zero correctly. Fearing scale wonkiness, I stepped back on.

207.6

Much more realistic. That reminds me, I need to plug in the batteries so I have some freah ones for it.

The plus side of all this- it actually served as a little motivation to get me going again. Now if I would actually follow through for once, we will be set!