I woke up this morning, washed up, got dressed, and went downstairs. As I usually do on my days off, I immediately went to the scale to weigh myself. I use my morning weight as my point of reference for gain or loss, since morning is the time of day when I haven’t yet consumed anything.
I step on the scale and wait for the dreadful number to pop up on the digital screen. My jaw drops when it does.
I GAINED 2 KILOS THIS WEEK? What and how in the name of hell? I’m so mad at myself right now. I thought I’d never have to see that number again, but I guess I just did. I’m currently refraining from eating breakfast for another hour at least, until I hopefully burn off 400 grams. I really need some self-control.