Up a pound. I'm going to just pretend it's some sort of fluke. Maybe the scale needs to be balanced? Sure, it's digital, but you never know, right? Because I feel good. Like, GOOD. I mean, yes, I overate a little this week. By which I mean, we keep a dish of M&Ms for when Warren uses the potty and I ate all of them, repeatedly. And I didn't track more than two or three bites. BUT I drank a TON of water and I worked out every other day. So, seriously, I feel pretty good.
Now I'm torn. I feel good, but I didn't stick to the plan. I feel good, but I didn't lose, and my pants are getting tighter. Guess I can't go by feeling alone? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to feel good. In WW, they call that a Non Scale Victory. BUT, I don't think you can claim a Non Scale Victory if you ate four bags of M&Ms, two bags of chips, and countless peanut butter balls. Sigh. Who knows.
Anyway, this makes my Ten Pounds Before I Leave This Godforsaken Island Forever On December Twenty Second goal twelve pounds now. Ugh.
In other news, I'm still going with the 30 Day Shred. I think (KNOW) that you're supposed to do it ever day for 30 days straight (duh) but that just ain't happening. At all. But I've been doing it every other, and I did day seven yesterday. Now, Jillian is sort of a bully, and the workout is (for me) VERY VERY HARD. Like, about to have a heart attack hard. BUT, at one point, she sort of laughs and says 'Now, those of you on day five or six or seven, you're noticing a change in your endurance, right?' And normally, I start crying and gasping for breath, but yesterday, it was actually a little easier!!! No joke. Maybe one day I can try to get up to level two? Not holding my breath for that one.
Anyway. Up a pound. I considered not checking in with ya'll, but since I don't go to meetings, this is basically the only way I can get any accountability. So there you have it.