Another month has come and gone and the weekend found me in my bathroom, with camera in hand and a heartful of hope, as I expelled all the air from my lungs and stepped ever so gently onto the scale.
3 pounds down since last month.
Am I being punked?
What about being back in the one-fitties by my 44th birthday? I DEMAND A RECOUNT!
After I calmed down and took my photo, I decided to take my measurements. Every single number went down. So maybe all that crap about building muscle has a drop of truth to it.
I captured my feelings in the lovely scrapbook page you see below. (Click on the layout to see it larger in a new window, and enjoy!)
For the record, I've done everything I'm supposed to be doing this month. I am exercising every day and eating within my points range. I guess this month my body is just being a bit stingy with the chub.
Let's take a quick visual recap of January, and now:
I still have much work to do, and I still have to remind myself every single day that doing this is good for my mind as much as it is for my body.
And let me tell you, I really do have to remind myself every single bloody day.
Remember, you're always just inches away from overdosing on donuts at any given second. And by "you" I really mean "me." And by "donuts" I really mean ALL FOOD EVERYWHERE (but specifically french fries).