So yesterday I dragged my butt to my weigh-in, like a pig to slaughter - feeling ever so sorry for myself so that perhaps, Sarge would go easy on me. I opened the door - there she sat. We exchanged our morning greetings. It's like she really gets off on weighing me.
S l o w l y I place my purse in my cubicle. She's already at the scales...
I decide to start in, at the get go - and
"I didn't follow the program this week".
She doesn't bat an eye. She starts sliding that scale thingy over and over - back....and as I watch the little poky thing on the right settle in, I'm thinking...
"if I didn't have my specs on, I'd think I actually lost a pound. Nooooooooooooooooo that can't be right."
I lost 1.5 pounds!
Must be stress? I didn't totally blow it although my meal portions were more than a stack of playing cards or my fist!
I have to keep reminding myself - I have till March 2014 to lose this weight. I am now down to 160.25. I will dance on tabletops naked, if I can break 159 by next weigh-in. That is where I was last year when I started my chocolate-chocolate chip muffin binge. (I love those things) Then I realize (because nothing fits me) I have gained nearly 15 pounds. Once I get to 159, then I am back to my old self and can really start losing some of the poundage, I have accumulated over the last 5 years.
Needless to say, I was in a much better mood - I worked out hard and it felt good, both physically and mentally.
Sarge is the one my DM from Avon has to go to - I'm telling you, Sarge is on my side. Very protective of "her own" there at Curves. I told her, we'll just let whatever happens, happen.
Then I had a large order. It's always like Christmas, when an Avon lady gets a order. So I was a changed person, once I bounced through my front door.
It turned out to be a productive day.
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