If you heard my confession yesterday, you'll know I was expecting the scale to be kind to me this morning. To be more accurate, I was hoping the scale would be nice to me, but fearful that it wouldn't budge. Then where would I be?
My in-laws arrive late Monday night (after I was already in bed) and certainly wasn't up when I left the house yesterday morning at 6 AM - don't blame them, you've gotta be insane to get up that early. Um. Did I just call myself crazy?
Any way last night was the first time I've seen them since New Years. They worked all day at the farmhouse helping Jay out. Since I haven't seen them in over a month, I felt bad for going to bed at my normal 9:15. I actually made it until 10 last night.
I was definitely paying for it this morning at 5:40 when my alarm went off. By the time I got to the gym I was still just barely awake. I groggily stepped on the scale and held my breath. As exhausted as I was I knew I'd have a breakdown if I'd gained, or really even if I hadn't lost.
I looked down and saw...
Challenge goal weight: 124
Last week: 128
This week: 127.6
Seriously?? So it was almost half a pound, I can't be upset with that
I was going to use this week to see if 1650 calories is still what I need to eat to lose weight, and I'm still not sure. I guess I'm going to keep it the same for another week or two and see what happens before I it.
I have a million things running through my head as to why it was only 0.4 pounds. Hopes - That I'm stressed like Jillian said last week and that's what is causing it to be so small. Fears - that my body is adjusting to all the exercise and the calorie restriction and I'll have to work harder to see more of a result.
But for now, I'm not thinking about it. Like I said give it another couple of weeks before I analize it to death.
And now...for what you've really all been waiting on - pictures of the hooker boots!!!
This is a pair given to me by my mother. Not sure if a pair of boots originally worn by a Sunday school teacher in a classroom of 4 year olds can be called "hooker boots" but that's what I consider them. Crazy thing, even in a pant size 4/6 my calves are big enough that I struggle to get them zipped. I'm not sure who they were designed to fit.
These are the more hooker-y of the two. Higher heel, more sassy design. Unfortunately, I've worn these to death and the fake suade is coming off these K-Mart blue light specials. I know, if they were true hooker boots it would have been a red light special, but I was too cheap to pay for a different colored bulb.
Also, I was asked about the signs on my bathroom mirrors. They are just further proof that my husband and I are that sappy sweet couple who requires those around them to have airsick bags.
In the rental, we have a double bowl vanity, and have the sign to us taped above our sink. Not sure what we'll do with the signs when we move into the new house and just have a single sink in the master.
For the grande finale...
This is what a Sisterhood hooker looks like after getting up at 5:30 to work out, working out again at lunch, grocery shopping after work, then trying on/taking pictures of a stack of clothing for blogging purposes. Try not to be too scared.