4 days left

In 4 days I plan on changing my life,
for the better.

I don't think I've ever called it that.
So, maybe it will work this time...

Last week I stepped on the scale.
It said 190. I almost cried.

I went and asked the hubbs if it looked like I'd gained any weight. He said no. So, I told him what the scale said. He did not believe me and made me get on it again. He says it said 187. That's still 10 pounds more than the last time I stepped on it.

Honestly, I think all 10 pounds is on my face.

I'm not going to wait and start on Friday.
I'm going to try and make little changes all week so it's not a super huge change. And I won't start full force until Monday, the 4th.

I have sooo much junk food in my office.
I can't decide if I'm going to just eat it all over the next 4 days. Or throw it all away. Here's to hoping I can just throw it all away...

I haven't decided if I'm going to go back to counting WW points. I know I don't want to count calories though. And the hubbs refuses to let me pay to go to WW meetings. He doesn't see the point. Of course, why would he? He's not a fat female! ugh

I asked him if he was going to expect me to make separate meals for him when I started eating better and he said no, he'd eat what I'd make. So, that makes me happy. That's where I've messed up before. I thought I was being a bad wife for making him eat on my diet and I'd feel so guilty.

I've been contemplating going back to the fat doctor and getting shots. It did work the very first time I tried and stuck with it. I think I will lose 10 pounds before doing that. I feel like the less I weigh the easier it will come off. And there's no point in getting the shots until I'm in good and hard at exercising.

Ok, enough rambling for today.