It’s a new feeling. One I haven’t had in a while.
I am down a total of 5.5 pounds two weeks into weight watchers. This week is proving to be really hard. I had pizza on Saturday because it was taking too long to get a salad at a restaurant so I got up and left. I had a piece of cake on Saturday night and I felt the muffin top grow instantly. Last night I celebrated the fact that my daughter ate all of her supper with a piece of cheesecake. I have the sugar sweats and I feel like a moo cow. Must be the winter blahs as well.
How’s that for being honest?
I haven’t caved today but I just wanna drown myself in a vat of chocolate.
The gym is going well although it’s amazing how much work it is to burn off 300 calories. You would think that would stop me from stuffing my face…….yeah….ummmm…no. The other day I went to the gym and settled on running next to an elderly man because there were no skinny fit girls there. There was no way the old guy was going to last longer than me so I stayed on the treadmill until he left. I almost died. Jerk!
Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.” Anonymous
