Conqueror

Oh how great and yet disgusting I feel today! I decided to kick things off with a good ol' fast, 24 hours to start, since it's been so long, and it makes me happy how easy a 24 hour fast still is for me. I finally decided to step on the scale today, it had been taunting me and finally it lured me onto it's icy platform. 175 pounds at 5'2". Appalling. I would say, I've never wanted to die so much in my life, but that's not entirely true, however it's a pretty close second. I literally feel like a blimp, like someone stuck a water hose in my mouth and kept the water running until I inflated like a balloon. The floors in my house creaking beneath my feet just make everything that much worse with every squeak. They've always made noise when walked on, but I'm sure they wouldn't make as much if I was 100 pounds.
I waited until the 24 hours were up before I stepped onto the scale-of-doom but thinking back, that might not have been the best idea, it nearly ruined my whole high from fasting. I checked again this morning, however, and I am down 2 pounds already, so although I still feel like an over inflated air mattress, I'm on my way back to where I was. I am strong, I will do this, I will drop this weight like a sack of potatoes that I refused to eat!
I just need to keep this quote in mind: "Don't give up what you want most for what you want now." And my overflowing fat will melt away.