The blog is aliiiive, with the sound of weight loss.

So I gave up for a month.
My motto has always been, "If I can't do it well, I won't do it at all".
I know, I know.
But I sucked it up, and went back this morning.
I've lost 10.5 lbs in that month.
I didn't totally give up.
I just gave up the going in and stepping on the scale for strangers part.

Oh sister, you know me so well.

I got my period today.
It was really heavy.
So heavy in fact, in the past two weeks leading up to it, I've gained 3.4 pounds.
That is all.












Show's over people.

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Losing weight is hard.

Maybe I should try losing hair or losing library books or something.
Those would be a lot easier.


P.S. Jen? I can't leave comments on your blog :(
See my other blog for an explanation.

No excuses.

So last week I lost .4 lbs and thought, "I stink at losing weight".
I didn't post it, because it was disappointing.
This week I gained 1.2 lbs and thought, "I really stink at losing weight".
I posted it.
I don't know why.

So today...

We did our two mile walk, and 13 minutes of the Bollywood workout.
Oh yes, that's right, we did 4 minutes more than we did the last time.
But I didn't stop there.
Oh no.
I did an additional four hours of weeding.
My hip hurts like an 80 year old.
I'm not even 40 yet.
I'm hoping to make it to 30 pounds by Saturday.
I hate it when people say, "Wish me luck!", because it's kind of bossy.
What if they don't want to wish you luck?
What if they're too busy?
So, how about if I say...
I wish me luck!
Because I need it.

S'mores, Hot Dogs, and Cheetos, OH MY!

As you may know, I recently spent four lovely days in Texas hill country with my friend.
Eating, tubing down the river, eating, talking, tubing, talking, eating, etc.
(In my defense, I did make some good food choices.)










So this morning, as I walked up to the Weight Watchers door this morning, I thought to myself,
"I should have a panic attack and run to my car!"
But I wasn't sure how to have a panic attack, so I opened the door and went in.
She weighed me and said,
"o.k."
I wondered what I should say.
Should I confess right there?
Should I justify my weight gain?
"You lost 1.6 pounds, good job."
"WHA?"
"You've done really good so far."
"WHA?"
I lost.
Oh yes, I did.
Methinks I should go to Texas every week.
Sounds like a good weight loss plan to me.