OK. I haven't blogged about weight loss in a while. In the past, that would have meant that I had fallen off the proverbial diet wagon. Not this time. I am down 16 pounds---roughly 2 one gallon paint cans.
It's pretty exciting to see my clothes getting bigger and to even need some new clothes but I'm frustrated at the moment. I've hit the dreaded plateau. I'm being a good girl. I'm hitting the treadmill at least 3 or 4 times a week and I'm being a healthy little eater. Despite all that, I have lost a pound in about 3 1/2 weeks. Snarl!
It's seriously getting to me. I'm basically obsessed about it. So much so that Andy named my scale. He thought since I was spending so much time with him, he should have a name. Richard and I have a rocky relationship. For a while he was saying all the right things. Our relationship was new and fun. Right now, the romance is gone. He needs to start whispering sweet nothings to me again or I may end up tossing him out the window. ; )
At any rate, two paint cans down, I'm hoping to lose at least a couple more cans. I'm stepping up the workout routine. I'll keep you posted. Check back later for some photos of my friend Stacy.
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