I weigh myself in the morning; like most people do I'm sure..I'd lost another 3 pounds this morning.. so it's already 7 pounds in these 2 days. I should be happy? I am pleased that I've done this well already, but it's a bit like homework from school that you get a good grade on; sure you feel good about it, but it kinda feels like an expectation..One thing down, lets move onto the next thing.. MY expectations which to be honest, through my extremely high standards will be likely to be hell to keep up with.. Why am I pushing for more.. I'd like to lose 14 pounds this week.. And then again the same for next week. I'd promised myself that I wouldn't let this get out of control; sometimes I just don't care anymore.. but even when I do I can't help but think that I NEED to lose weight anyway, I am overweight.. very overweight..Plus with everything such a mess at the moment..In my life; In my head.. It's actually quite the relief..in some ways. I don't like the dizziness or headaches..Nor the hunger generally.. BUT I will deal with them just because I have too.. I don't think it's a choice anymore, I really want to say that this isn't going to get out of control like I've been insisting to my friends.
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