So this morning someone is knocking on my door. I am in bed still. I get up, go to the door, it is my neighbor. I think your car has been broken into she says. I go outside and sure enough, rubber around the window is all off, shit is all over my car, my ipod is gone! I am not really a materialistic person so normally I would be like fuck it and just curse the people who did it. However, I had just downloaded like 200 plus fitness playlist songs to start working out too. Grrr!!!!!!!

Now the more important thing…. My battery to my car is probably dead, I need to be at WW weigh in within a half hour, JJ is at school… AHHHH!!! Also the police told me to stay… well JJ got home and I took his car and he stayed. I only lost 3 pounds. I know that word only is a bad word. I know I still lost weight, and 3 pounds at that. I remember saying if I lost a pound a week for 2 years I would have lost more than 100 pounds. It isn’t like I can lose the 150 I need to lose over night, or even over the week. So why am I upset? The two other girls that joined last week both lost more. One of them, an older women lost 5 point something, and the other girl around my age who isn’t even fat lost 6 point something. Err. I am happy for them though, I just wish I had lost 5 pounds.

Updated ticker:

New plans for the week:
Actually take a daily vitamin
Exercise at least every other day
Try to eat all my daily points
Drink the required milk
Eat the required fruits and vegetables
Drink all the daily water I need to
Be happy doing all this

Well I have my first weigh in at 12:30pm tomorrow. I am kind of nervous. I want the official scale to show that I at least lost a little. I still have 4 points left at the end of my day.

I got some more low point foods at the store tonight. I needed more bananas and more yogurt and then I kind of just walked around with my little WW calculator. How handy I am sure I look like a loser pausing over my shopping cart punching in numbers while I analyze a box that I have in my hands. I don’t really care though, it is kind of nice having my cart full of foods that aren’t considered bad. I remember a while ago when I worked at Fred Meyer… I had just gotten off work and I was really hungry, ready for a meal when I got home for sure. I remember wanting like a marked down donut, but then I got in that section and I wanted some cupcakes too and that made me think of ice cream which led to the candy aisle. I remember checking out at the register and saying that I was having a movie night at my house. I had to say this because I knew that it was ridiculous, everything I was buying. Why is this fat girl buying all these bad things? Clearly she doesn’t need them. It is just a nice feeling to finally have a cart with healthy things in it. Maybe I am the only person who has weird thoughts like this at check-stands, maybe it is just part of my minor social anxiety.

I didn’t really exercise today, I might do some push ups and crunches before I go to bed. I am not particularly concerned about exercise this week, because it is only my first week on the program, and I want to worry about my points right now. Also at our first meeting the lady told me we would talk more about exercise my second week. One positive thing about today was that I chose to make a better decision. I chose to ride my bike to run an errand about 5 blocks away instead of driving. It was even raining a little! Go me haha