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On The Downhill Slide

T minus 6 DAYS

And I will be done with the detox diet! Whoo-hoo! I'm going to try not to go crazy and pack back on ALLL this weight I've lost....

I've still not lost ANY weight.
Oh yeah... that's right. Diets blow.

Anywho, I'm still behaving myself, still working out, still truckin along believe in the "babe, your body composition is just changing". *sigh* Still nothing on the scales has changed. Like the day after I said I hadn't even lost a tenth of a pound, I lost like 0.6 lbs...buuuuutttttt, last night I gained back 1.2 lbs. Damn you fluctuating weight. Thankfully this morning I was back down 1 lb, but that still means I till gained 0.2. Errr. I need to stop weighing myself.

On a brighter side, I do think I'm shrinking in inches. I feel a little slimmer and my pants all feel a little baggier. And it seems like my face looks slimmer in the mirror. This could all be imaginary and me deluding myself into believing all this sacrifice and hard work is paying off, but just play along, k? J says he sees it too and keeps feeding my delusion so that helps. And luckily, neither J or I owns a measuring tape so there is no way to prove or deny my claims of slimdom to myself. Sweet. So until I take a picture of myself and prove that I without a doubt still own my double chin and mushy belly, I'm going to stick to my delusions.

AND, my first day of detox freedom just so happens to be ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!! Bring on the green beer! Also, as a reward for being SO good, J is taking me to Okie Joe's for supper that night ~ and probably a little Ben & Jerry's. SCORE! Something to look forward to, and definitely worth sacrificing a few more days. Ahhh...smell that? Its a newly refreshed diet optimism.

Happy Hump Day All!


Anonymous said…
Hang in there!!!! :)

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