Those were my thoughts as I stared at the scale this morning. There is no way I lost 6.6 lbs this week!
But, just as sure as I am that the jiggle in the middle is mine, I am sure the scale was not lying. I triple checked.
I honestly don't know where that came from, but my mom may have given me a clue. She said that weight loss doesn't always happen that week you are trying so desperately for it--it could be a few weeks out.
Since I was working really hard right before my trip to SD, and even though I ate crap there I still walked all over and played and jumped, I sweat it out every day as well, so I maybe that is finally catching up with me? That would be great. I wasn't eating as well as I should have been right before SD, which is probably why my body was holding off on the weight loss.
But look at this!!! 6.6 lbs?! I feel like a freakin' rock star!
I am going back to SD in 4 weeks and I have a goal of weighing 250 lbs by then. That means I must average 3.4 lbs/week in order to do this. I really want to make this goal. I want to be able to look halfway decent in a bathing suit as I lie on the beach or play in the sand with my son. Ugh. Bathing suits. . .I probably will need a new one. Death.
I won't think about that until it is closer to SD.
For now, I will think about the crazy weight loss, Batman!
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