Good morning ladies,
Congrats Tracy on your weigh-in! I hope everyone else has a great week, too.
Checking with a bit of a mixed report -- I weighed in at 168.8 this morning. So while I'm pleased to see the scale moving downward I'm a bit bummed that it wasn't another 1/2 or pound or so. Especially because I did a 6 MILE run on Saturday morning. I actually had to take some walk breaks this time, but I realized at the end of my run that I was really running a bit fast for my pace for that distance, so I'll consider the whole thing a success.
So I'll celebrate that NSV and know that things will catch up in time. I actually find that Mondays are kind of my worst days compared to the scattered times at other points in the week that I step on the scale. Funny, eh?
Another reason for my mediocre weigh-in this week is that I was otherwise really busy this weekend down in CT for my sister's bridal shower. Which leads me to my horrifying story that I hope you will all find motivation in. One of the other bridesmaids and I were greeting guests, and one woman comes up the ramp, I start to introduce myself to her, and she asks, "When are you due?" To which I responded, "I'm sorry, I'm not pregnant." OH MY GOD - I wanted to die. I really wanted to say, "Look b**ch, I know I've got some extra weight to lose but I've actually been busting my butt in the gym for the entire summer and have just about lost all the weight I packed on during my first year of law school, so just lay off, OK???"
Thankfully, the bridesmaid who was with me is practically my body-double and she said that a similar thing had happened to her a few months ago. Those damn summer sundresses with their waistlines. I told my story to my friend who really is 8 month pregnant and she said that all the dresses this year are made for maternity people; she's barely had to buy maternity sizes!
Another consolation was that when my sister opened the gift from this woman, the dish had broken in the packaging. hah! The woman honestly wanted to die. I took some solace in the fact that she had to spend 4 hours in the room with me and will also have to face me at the wedding. How rude!!! She made me feel like crap on a day when I was already busting my butt to host a party for 50 people and ready to murder my mother for driving me crazy!
So I thought the girls on this thread would enjoy this little story. I hope that you all find motivation in it -- I know that I will be thinking of it when I hit the weight lifting class tonight after work!
Happy Monday!