Its weigh in day over at the Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans!
I was horrible this weekend - I ate anything and everything I wanted. Saturday night was hot dogs, mac & cheese, peanut butter m&ms, Dr. Pepper flowing freely, and a milkshake night cap.
Sunday was my family reunion. I didn't eat breakfast, I pigged out for lunch, and just snacked for dinner. I'm pleased with my results, but I'm also confident for next weekend.
Challenge start: 133
Last week: 132.6
This week: 130.8
That pretty much gets me back to where I was before PMS and AF plumped me up. I'm confident that I can get into the 129s next week because if I ate horribly this week and still had a good result, then surely if I put my nose to the grindstone this coming week I can lose at least one pound!
Sunday night when I was out riding my bike in the neighborhood, I thought about my situation. I'm at a healthy body weight, my husband (at least he says so) loves the way I look - what more could I ask for? I'm not sure I'm ever going to love the way I look. Why not just be happy with good enough?
Before this year, that would have meant giving up. However that's not what I mean at all. I'm going to try my best to not let it consume me. I don't starve myself, I just eat good, healthy foods. Losing weight or not, for my health I need to exercise.
Basically I'm going to keep up my routine. If I lose weight - wonderful. Otherwise I'm not going to beat myself up. I have nice arms, a great waist, I'm working on good calves. So what my legs are a little larger than I'd like? A woman my age has no business wearing a skirt or pair of shorts above her knees any way.
My parting thought for the day - you know you're losing weight when the family member that always teases/tortures you remarks on your weight loss. When my cousin saw me for the first time in several months he couldn't resist making a comment.
"You've went from a pear to a top (the toy) - you're just a stick with a big @$$."