Well I decided to go buy a scale. I didn't own one. Going to my parents place to weigh my self was getting to be a pain. So I went out and bought a nice new scale. I steped onto it and just about fell off it....315lbs, yikes, I stepped on it again...295.1 okay better once more 295.1 nope....that's 15lbs more than what my moms scales says....depression starts to creep in....I go to the walk in clinic and ask them to weigh me yep my new scales correct ugh.
Oh well I'll just keep doing. what a horrible way to end an already horrible day. I didn't drink any water yesterday, I only ate diner, no breaky no lunch, was just way to upset to eat (problems at work) I know I must so right now I'm going to go eat my breaky and have a couple of glasses of water. Thanks for listening.


Drat, you beat me to it.
Great minds think alike!
and sent to earth to torment the living daylights out of us! But like they said...you have lost 15 lbs, and that is awesome! Don't be too upset, if possible, just keep going...you're doing great!
I'm really proud of you for coming here and sharing your frustration -- not only did it take courage, but it shows just how serious you are about your weight loss. You didn't just have a private hissy and give up; you faced it head-on, shared it with friends, and moved forward.
I do think I actually shed a tear or two. But now, it seems like ancient history, and I'm perversely kind of excited that I will be able to say I've lost even more when I hit goal. Is that
or what? Ha!