Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Eat your heart out, Eeyore.

Well, I shouldn't be surprised. First there was the birthday dinner, then there was pizza Monday night (3 pieces with wine), then there was a really rough evening last night (sick baby crying inconsolably) after which 2 glasses of wine really helped. So I wasn't surprised when the scale showed a loss of .2 pounds and the body fat calculator showed a loss of .1%.

Surprised, no. Disappointed, yes.

I mean, I did work out 6 days this week. SIX. And like I said in an earlier post, I have set quite the precedent for myself. Plus, my last session with Angela is next week, and I was kind of hoping to have met my first weight goal--170 lbs--by the time we parted ways. I suppose I could starve myself and work my ass off this week, but my mom is coming for the weekend, which will involve things like dinners out.

Angela kept saying, "That's really good! You had a week like this and you still maintained. You don't look happy. You should be happy!" I know. I KNOW. But instead I'm feeling lazy and hungry and large.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You know what they call the guy who finished last in med school? DOCTOR!

What do they call the person who lost .2 pounds? LOSER!

wait - that sounds wrong... :-)

But you know what I mean. Progress was still made. Not as much as you wanted, but it was made.

Hang in there - you're doing great!

ps - sorry to hear the critter was sick. There's nothing more heartbreaking than a sick tot... :-(

love, Sis.