Yep, just 1/2 pound. That's what I've lost from Monday through today. 5 days, 1/2 pound. I've skipped: pasta with garlic bread, homemade pizza, eggs with the yolks still attached, and several instances of Little Debbie snack cakes eaten by the men while watching t.v., sitting on the sofa.
And I made those (and more) sacrifices for what??!!! 1/2 pound.
This scale is going to be the freaking end of me, I swear. I was told today that perhaps I need to go down to only 2 servings of starches per week. PER WEEK. Alright, and maybe I should only breathe 4 of the 7 days this week as well...it's doable...
I've heard that the older you get, the harder the weight loss becomes...really? So this is easy compared to what I'll deal with in my 50's? If the answer is "omg, yes", then I'm just going to lay my head on this desk and sob.
I'm the girl who likes kickboxing, I can do pushups like a guy, I can crank out situps like crazy. I've never been a tiny, petite girl, but other than when I was in my "beached whale" stages of having kiddos, I've usually been in pretty good shape. So what the heck?? When I stood on that scale today, I actually felt a hatred...a personal, scratch your eyes out, say bad things about your Momma hatred for that scale.
So...if you happen to drive past my neighborhood this weekend and see alot of smoke, don't be concerned, you will know I've finally put that scale in it's place...right on my backyard grill.