Got my scale working again and saw my weight hop back to 103kg, my lowest was 98kg. Demotivating, sure, and I was about to start spiral down when I thought, hey, my weight loss depends solely on me. Why the fuck will I keep beating myself up for gaining 5kg. It's my fault I gained it and it's in the past now, so am I just gonna sit here like a little piss baby whining about my weight?? No. I don't even know if all those 5kg are purely fat. I'm so much better than that. I know there's a long way ahead (73 more lbs or around 33 kg) but that's only gonna come true if I grow some fucking balls and learn not to take it up the ass because of a god damn scale. Sometimes you need to slap some hard reality on yourself to be rational again. I might be 103 kg right now but at least I'm not 109 kg. If I really sit down and whine about 5 kilos, if that little is enough to strike me down, I might as well just declare myself a child cus that shit's childish. Ain't my future depend on nobody else but me.
Sorry if this seemed a bit aggressive but it's my way to slap sense into myself again. Hopefully this resonates with someone.
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