I weighed in tonight.
Down 1.4 lbs.
I'll take it.
Even though I somehow feel like a failure.
My friend (you may know her as Supah) has reminded me that 1.4lbs is several sticks of butter worth of fat.
And it probably was actually several sticks of butter.
I think the main reason it bothers me that it's only 1.4 lbs is because weight gain and loss is so negligible. I could gain or lose a pound on my own-without totally depriving every naughty craving I have.
Well....on further reflection...I guess that isn't really true or I wouldn't be where I am today.
I know, I know...patience and it takes time, blah blah blah...
Patience isn't really my thing.
I reminded myself today that it really shouldn't be the number that motivates or inspires me. It should be how I feel and how I look.
It should be when I can fit into those jeans stuck in the back of my closet that I haven't been able to zip since 2006.
I am so extremely hard on myself.
And I want it so badly I can taste it.
And it tastes like pepperoni pizza.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Pepperoni pizza.......
Actually, I can't complain.
This food is really good.
The portions are even starting to fill me up.
Well, that and about a pound of broccoli with every meal.
And while it's GREAT to feel full, there is a down side to that...
Broccoli tends to make you very gassey.
And I'll stop right there.
You've already heard enough about my fear of and issues with veggie gas in this post.
Tonight...late night at the gym.
I like it best when it's almost empty.
Then I can feel free to rock out to my music.
And less self conscious about what may be jiggling while I'm rocking out.
My menu kicks boo-tay this week.
I get to have things like cinnamon rolls and french toast for breakfast.
Yes, you read that right.
Jenny and I have come to an understanding.
She knows I need me some sweet stuff.
Can't wait till my outside matches how I see myself in my head. That skinny girl longing to break free.
Can't wait to introduce you all to her!