Saturday, March 13, 2010
day 34 - 49 days to go... the scale is still not my friend
Bah. Up AGAIN. It's just so cruel. Especially sitting next to this woman...
"I'm so excited. I lost 4 pounds and I haven't been to weight watchers in a month and ate McDonald's for lunch all week! I don't know how I did it but whew. Awesome!" Must have been the soda. I cut coke out of one meal a day and it's done wonders.
Yeefriggenha, lady. Awesome. You know what's awesome? The restraint I'm showing from not smacking you in the head.
Oh? How did I do? Great. Ran 15 miles this week, ate 6 apples, 4 bowls of oatmeal and ate a bowl of plain iceberg lettuce as my best friend ate some monster burger and cheese fries at Johnny Rockets and I *only* managed to gain .2! WOOOfriggenHOOO!
I cut out regular soda, butter, milk, icecream, bread, most sugar, mayonaise and cheese in 1984. I've got nothing else to cut out. I know. Maybe I can give up air. Maybe that last glass of water of the day is doing me in. I can give that up. Surely, that'll get the number to move.
OH BAH HUMBUG. It's fine. I'm fine. Just venting a little. I know all about the muscle and the inches... blah, blah, blah. Just complaining. I feel a little ripped off is all. I really thought that really watching my food and exercising every day of the week would move those numbers - and 1.6 pounds in 34 days is not what I had in mind. My husband can lose that if he eats just half his bagel one day in the week! SIGH... I gotta go. I'm on my way to the gym.