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I don't have to go to coney island after all!


Starting weight: 166.4
Last week's weight: 168.4
Current weight: 164.6
Weight +GAIN / -LOSS this week: -3.8
Total weight lost: -1.8

About time! I've had to starve myself the last few days to get here but hopefully this means my mysterious weight gain issue is going away. I'm not getting my hopes up just yet... But almost 4 lbs lost - I will GLADLY take it over +2 lbs. If I stay at this weight loss, only 6.579 weeks to go! Have to stay positive, right? :o) While that would be totally awesome, I better not count on 3.8 lbs every week.

One proud moment this week for me: I am back up to running 2 miles - WITH. OUT. STOPPING. Go me. [Even though some rude crazy mean old hag yelled at me because I was out running with Braz at 7:30 pm around my neighborhood and she "couldn't see me" even though she flashed her brights at me from a block away... Gah , make me feel like a horrid mother why don't you...some people have an 1 1/2 commute to and from work, and their husbands work late and they don't have any other time to workout, geeeez]

Who else wants a big old plate of nachos with everything and a deep fried Hardee's Hand Breaded Chicken Sandwich?! You know you do!

Happy dieting!

Comments

Brandy@YDK said…
wow congrats. good job!!!

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