Hi All!
I'm in a good mood, considering the Scale Gods think it's fun to play a sick twisted joke on me! I kick it, it just looks at me like, "Hey, lady, not my fault. If you could keep your hand busy without pushing food down your mouth, you wouldn't hate me so much! Do you know how uncomfortable it is to have someone stand on you??". Sick and twisted!
Alrighty, on to my friends...
Happy: Ah, the light comes on. NSV...got it! I think we should all have to report one NSV per week. Mine for this week are my new XL's. Oh yeah! Anyway, I'll tell Jolly to divert Bat to you for a good workout. Just make sure he's home and safe with me before 5:30 pm next Wednesday! Wouldn't want to break a nail smacking someone/something around when it's time to weigh in. Paid too much to have them look all nice and pretty. Good luck with the news coming up at your job. I know this has to be stressful for you.
Jolly: Um, nope. Didn't feel it at all. Guess it was a 7.8 centered around Juneau. Must have just thought it was just me making the ground move when I was walking. Heehee. Earthquakes are so common up here, you really don't notice them after awhile. Had an awesome thunder and lightning storm the other night, though. Made me homesick for Oregon.
All kidding aside, my eating and exercise has been great since Monday. Minor mess up has cost me and I will let you all know how much. Last Wednesday morning at this time I was at 220 on my home scales before I headed out the door. I woke up this morning and was 224. Now, you might think it's not that much, but add on around 4 pounds and that is my total gain, as I weigh more at night. So, TOM combined with, quite honesty, out of control eating has cost me this week. Who can I blame? Myself. I was the one who ate the elephant ear. I was the one who ate candy bars at night. I was the one who gave into cravings I knew were controlable. It's myself owning my mistake that will take me two weeks to correct. A minor stumbling block on my weight loss journey, but I understand why. Bums me out as I wanted to be 50 pounds down by the time my mom get here. At this rate, it won't happen, but I promise to be close.
See, it's not only losing the weight, but controling yourself. I lacked the motivation to control myself this week and lost sight of why I was doing it. I can joke about the scale, but know in my heart how disappointed I am in myself for allowing my urges to control my behavior. Good lesson to learn, and I hope by sharing it helps others!
Happy Wednesday!
Chach
P.S. Raven, we need the new thread tomorrow!!!