Well, the week started out FANTASTIC… and steadily became probably my worst week in diet history. Lost a stinking POUND (actually, this is a really good thing. I thought I would gain like 50 by the end of the week). I’m still blaming my TOM for throwing me completely off, but as the days progressed, my eating habits got a little…obnoxious. Monday will be a fresh start, I’m getting all my cravings out, forbidding myself from eating out this weekend (I’m out of money anyways, so it works perfectly), and using my Thanksgiving break to put in some extra time at the YMCA. If any of my chicas are still floating around, I need you guys to be screaming at me in every comment you leave! I mean absolutely insult me! Call me a fat cow if you have to, make me cry! I will get on each day, and see your mean comments, and sobbingly go to the gym, and drown my woes in salads with extra lettuce. It’s gonna happen.
But really, I am seriously starting to worry about Pepa. PEPA COME BACK! Not cool, dudette. Not cool.
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Libby are you listening? If so, post your weigh ins!