Okay, 197 minus 195.5.
Is that 1.5 lbs lost or 2.5 lbs lost?
Yes, I really am that bad at math.
I totally ate my feelings on Saturday. The trip to Joann was stress-ball city. And then we went to dinner where Erin works to see her and I did well, I think. Except I ate rolls. Yummy, awesome rolls. With butter.
And then we went to Target. It was supposed to be a quick trip for more Zyrtec for Joshua.
People, there is no such thing as a quick trip to Target. I should’ve known this. Should’ve known better.
Joshua was reaching the end of his toddler rope and I was trying to not be trapped in the house with a melt-y toddler so I strolled around Target and he sat in the buggy taking his shoes off and throwing his socks out of the back. (What a toddler thing to do.)
I? Grabbed a bag of Reese’s Miniature Peanut Butter cups and opened them as soon as I got in the car.
Sunday is supposed to be my “cheat day” (according to myself) but I started cheating on Saturday night. And I kept cheating through dinner tonight with Annie’s Mac and Cheese and ham for dinner.
At least the scale was kind to me this morning since the toddler wasn’t. (He thought it’d be RAD to wake up at 6:00 a.m.)
I still can’t tell a difference in my clothing, but it’s obvious that I lost at least a pound and a half (or two and a half pounds…?) according to the scale that would NEVER THINK of lying to me. Ever.
I’ll take the wins where I can get them. Especially since I’ve had two miniature peanut butter cups while writing this. (Bad. BAD.)
This week I WILL drink more water, dammit. WILL. That’s one thing I know I can be doing differently to help myself out. One coffee mug and more water than usual.
What are you doing this week?