I was pretty shocked when I stepped on the scale this morning and discovered I’ve lost three pounds since last Friday. Very shocked, actually.
I had a bit of a bad week. I got a bit whiny and petulant and my attitude about calculating points and tracking my food was along the lines of a three year old’s I don’t wanna. I recognized that earlier in the week and, rather than feel more stressed and miserable about it, I gave myself permission to have a crappy attitude until Friday. I didn’t really binge or eat badly, but I wasn’t diligent at all. I was honestly expecting to have to put a glass stone or two back in the Pounds To Lose jar, and I suspect the three pounds lost have more to do with natural fluctuations during the month than what I did or didn’t eat.
Whatever the reason, three pounds are three pounds and I’ll take them.
I still haven’t added in any kind of exercise. The treadmill’s still buried under coats and crap. I barely have time right now to brush my hair, never mind anything else. I’m thinking next weekend I’ll make the time no matter what. After a couple weeks of that, I might try the 30 Day Shred again. I think it’s a great workout, but it really kicked my ass last time I tried it (who knew jumping jacks would be the thing that would kill me?). And because I wasn’t managing what I ate, it was a waste of time, energy and Advil.
I also wasn’t looking down the barrel at forty and I am this time. I intend to be fabulous in my forties, dammit.
How are you all doing?