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FAF - I blame the Mexicans and their beans!




Starting weight: 166.4
Last week's weight: 162.0
Current weight: 161.6
Weight +GAIN / -LOSS this week: -0.4
Total weight lost: -4.8


Well, a loss is a loss but I'm disappointed because yesterday morning I weighed 160.4 lbs. My husband FORCE-FED me Mexican food last night. Those terribly yummy chips & espinoca, refried beans, and fish tacos...I was helpless against them. So, I think I should get to say I'm 6 lbs down - YAY!


I went and ran twice this week and that's about it for the working out. I know, I'm a slacker but I just am not in the mood to give up anymore of my free time with my bubs...so, there you go. I'll hop back on the workout train again soon I'm sure [the constant urging/nagging of the hubster will make sure of that]. For now, I'll workout when I make it to the gym or get a chance to run around the block a couple times.


And I just wanted to note - My fat pants are getting very loose again! Yay - go me!


Happy Dieting Ya'll!

Comments

Brandy@YDK said…
Mexican food gets me every time!!!
Kerri said…
yeah chips and queso .. been a while I miss them haha
good job on the loss tho!

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