Tomorrow is my weigh in day.
I am so nervous.
I've mentioned before my relationship with the scale.
Really it's a kind of unhealthy obsession.
But it's just sitting there. Daunting. DARING me to stand on it so it can show me just how close to 300 lbs I still am.
I am praying so hard that I never see that number again in my life.
I looked at myself in the mirror last night, and wondered how my husband could possible be attracted to someone with my body. I felt ugly. I felt like that fat kid in high school that everyone loved to tease and taunt and make cry.
So I dread the scale.
I've worked out more than I have in a long time this week.
I've cut way down on carbs and went way up on fruits and veggies.
Why am I so afraid?
I am praying that God gives me the strength to face tomorrow's number, no matter what it might be.