I'm getting close enough to the 190s on the scale, I can taste it. The sweet, sweet taste of numeric achievement. I haven't seen the 190s since the summer before I got pregnant with my (almost) 2-year-old daughter. And even then, it was fleeting.
After this week's weigh-in, I figured I'd have to lose at least four pounds this week to do it. If I were on the Biggest Loser, it would be no problemo. But here in Real Life, losing pounds means burning an extra 1,400 calories while maintaining a full work schedule, home responsibilities, and social stuff. Yikesers, that's hard.
Still, I'm making more of an effort than usual. Hard-core workouts, at least an hour each, every day. But I haven't been cutting back on the treats enough. A bag of Hershey's Kisses next to my desk yesterday was but one of the saboteurs.
It's Friday. I've got till Tuesday morning. Can I buckle down and do what it takes? We'll find out. I'm willing to give it a shot.
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I want so badly to just get to 199. If I could make it below 200 for the first time since college, I would be so motivated to keep going! I wish us BOTH luck!
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