Bah. BAH BAH BAH. I’m such a bad McFatty. I have no goals. And I have a horrible time sticking to goals when I make them. HORRIBLE TIME, Y’ALL. I dropped a jeans size. My work pants fit comfortably. I do not fit nicely into the beautiful purple sheath dress that I am dying to…
weight loss
6 pounds in 6 weeks. Not too shabby.
Y’all, look at the slope of this line: I mean, isn’t it pretty? There’s something about seeing your progress on a graph that is fulfilling. Even if I probably couldn’t figure out how to graph this without the use of a computer. If I entered the rest of my weights into the program, that would…
Does it count as McFatty Monday if you forget to weigh yourself?
Before I get into McFatty Monday, I have to plug my giveaway with Hugs&Kisses Designs that ENDS TONIGHT. Go enter NOW! You know you want to! ::smooches:: I totally forgot to weigh myself this morning and I realized it as I was pulling out of Joshua’s daycare. I was all “Oh…wait…it’s MonD’OH!” Yeah, that’s how…
Well, that’s better than nothing
I am back to 191.5. That’s pretty freaking good. I watched what I ate last week, made some smart choices, and managed to only have burritos twice. Win. And, by the end of the day my skinny jeans are too big. Which means 1) I’m shrinking and 2) they are made of cheap spandex/lycra/stretchystuff that…
When I fall off the wagon, I fall HARD. And FAST. Because I’m FAT.
I hate today. I stepped on the scale this morning and, even though I knew what I’d see when I looked down, I got all bummed. 193. I gained a pound and a half last week. (I also ran late leaving the house and then got pulled over by a police officer. Thankfully, he only…