So, I didn't blog yesterday and I am just getting around to it now. My one sister is in town and I spent all day yesterday with her at my parents house. I felt by the end of the day that I had been hit by a Mack truck. My mother went on and on about my weight. She has a weight problem herself but always makes me feel like a piece of you know what. I know all that is a separate issue but I feel like it impedes my weight loss. My sister is a size double zero and my mother and I are a 16. She always tells my sister how beautiful she is. Yesterday while at her house she shows me a picture of myself when I was thin and says, "see how pretty you were then." I'm sorry but I can't help but feel like poo when she does that. I wish I didn't care so much what she thought. She wants to pay for me to join the YMCA but I in no way want my weight loss to be "indebted" to her. Ugh, I am just glad this week is almost over and tomorrow morning will be my first official weigh in! Good night and TTYL!