Oh. It’s Thursday. That means it’s weigh-in day.
182. Down 2 pounds from last posting, 2 weeks ago. I’d hoped it would be 4 pounds, so I’m kind of disappointed, particularly since I’ve been down those two pounds since about two days after the last Lent posting.
I’m still sufficiently grumpy about everything that I was getting lunch and thought it’d be swell to just completely pig out on some kind of sweet thing (which would be very difficult, as there aren’t any in the house–oh, wait, yes there are: Shaun bought Halloween candy, and it’s not like I couldn’t *make* six kinds of cookies), but hell, it’s day 28 of Lent and it’d be stupid to blow it now. But the mere 2 pound weight loss is not very inspiring, today.
I’m getting the 3rd hole in my left ear repierced when I break 180. I would like that to be next week. Stupid fat Catie. :P
Ted, on the other hand, has lost 12 pounds. Go Ted. :)
Hang in there! Be strong!
I don’t know if you’re a yogurt kind of person, but sometimes that helps sate the sweet craving (although not the carb craving)….
I forbid you to call my daughter names! Don’t do that. Your intent is to lose weight and you’re succeeding. Don’t put yourself down. I didn’t rear you that way.
Yogurt is icky. :) I can get sweets aplenty from apples. It’s the mouth feel that I’m really missing.
Yes, Mommy. o.o I’m just grumpy. :P
*pokes you over and over again* You take back what you said about my friend! You take it back right now! :)
I think you’re doing great. :) I wish I only weighed as much as you do. :)
Hah! I love the icon.
I think a pound a week is actually spot-on for the recommended rate of lasting weight loss. And I wish I could have kept it up myself, last month barely had me breaking even. Bah, birthdays :) Hang in there!
*beams at Ellen*