Weight= 170.4 pounds
True to my word, I've been very particular with my points ever since the gluttony @ Tired Hands brewpub. I've been under my points each day and exercised three days in a row. On one day, I was pressed for time and even walked/slightly jogged around the school building, ran up and down the staircase for 10 minutes, and did some sprints up and down the 6th grade hallway. It was actually incredibly fun.
Last night, I got on the scale and just hoped that I would break even. I hoped that the gluttony from the last week would just be canceled out by my smarter choices from the past 4 days. I stepped on the scale and was down another 2.4 pounds!
I'm pissed at myself for getting to this point, but I can't dwell on the past. Next week, if I lose .5 pounds, I will have a 6 as my middle number on my weight. I have not seen a 6 as the middle number in over two years.
I look forward to having my jeans sag and giving off the appearance of sloppiness. Instead of having baggy clothes as an attempt to cover flaws, my baggy clothes will be pseudo-mementos of my fat self.
Again, all of this is hilarious since my weight loss goals are nothing incredibly stellar. I was 152 for my wedding day; I'd be fine with that weight. I'd be fine with 155 (college weight). Those amazing Limited jeans from college will probably never fit again no matter how low my weight gets (damn hips), but I can still look at them and imagine myself in them.
I've skipped the gym two days in a row. I guess tomorrow I have to get back on track. Also, I need some purpose for why Ke$ha is on my Ipod.
True to my word, I've been very particular with my points ever since the gluttony @ Tired Hands brewpub. I've been under my points each day and exercised three days in a row. On one day, I was pressed for time and even walked/slightly jogged around the school building, ran up and down the staircase for 10 minutes, and did some sprints up and down the 6th grade hallway. It was actually incredibly fun.
Last night, I got on the scale and just hoped that I would break even. I hoped that the gluttony from the last week would just be canceled out by my smarter choices from the past 4 days. I stepped on the scale and was down another 2.4 pounds!
I'm pissed at myself for getting to this point, but I can't dwell on the past. Next week, if I lose .5 pounds, I will have a 6 as my middle number on my weight. I have not seen a 6 as the middle number in over two years.
I look forward to having my jeans sag and giving off the appearance of sloppiness. Instead of having baggy clothes as an attempt to cover flaws, my baggy clothes will be pseudo-mementos of my fat self.
Again, all of this is hilarious since my weight loss goals are nothing incredibly stellar. I was 152 for my wedding day; I'd be fine with that weight. I'd be fine with 155 (college weight). Those amazing Limited jeans from college will probably never fit again no matter how low my weight gets (damn hips), but I can still look at them and imagine myself in them.
I've skipped the gym two days in a row. I guess tomorrow I have to get back on track. Also, I need some purpose for why Ke$ha is on my Ipod.
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