Its weigh in day over at the Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans. I'm tired and a had a very weird morning, so I'll get right to the numbers.
Challenge start: 133
Last week: 130.8
This week: 132
The scale just confirms what I already knew - its crunch time. If I want to get below 130 I'm going to have to kick it in high gear.
I'll just be honest - I don't have encouragement at home. Before you start thinking my husband is a jerk, that's not it at all. He tells me how hot and skinny I am, and how much he loves my body (filthy bastard I know :P).
I purchased a pair of size 6 pants at Banana Republic on Monday, and a size 0 (a-line of course) dress on Saturday.
HOWEVER I still have some fat, flabby thighs.
The fitness instructor at my gym told me that my body would probably be happiest here and going lower would take a lot of work. I want the results, I'm just not sure I'm up for the challenge.
Don't worry, I'm not turning back to my old life. I enjoy exercise and the way it makes my body feel. I also plan to continue count my calories and try to choose healthier foods.
Even though I was just 1 pound away last week, the 120s seem like the unreachable dream.
What am I made of? Am I a quitter that settles for good enough? Or am I a strong-willed woman who doesn't stop until she gets what she wants? Right now I'm just not sure.