I realized that I had taken a little hiatus on my blogging about my weight loss. Honestly, not much has been happening, except that I have been staying on my plan and the scale has been hanging on to the exact same pounds. I would say that it has been frustrating, but actually, it hasn't been as frustrating as you would imagine. The reason for that has got to be the fact that when I go to bed at night, I know that I know that I know that I'm staying on my plan. I'm not doing anything that would make me rethink if the scale is going to actually drop one day or not.
I got up this morning - after turning down both pizza and pasta last night - and low and behold - the scale FINALLY MOVED SOUTH. After over three weeks of only dropping .6 of a pound, I finally dropped 1.6 in a week. YEAH! I got off the scale and danced a jig. No, really. Please don't picture it, but it happened.
As of today, here are the stats:
13.2 pounds down
11.8 to go to reach my first 25 pound goal (by April 18)
36.8 to go for the year
Today was going great. First I had my weigh-in, then I had my year end review, and I was feeling pretty darn good. Then it hit me. No, I mean really really really hit me. You see, I've been scrambling eggs early in the week - like on Sunday - and eating them all week long and well - I must have got a hold of some bad eggs. Really bad eggs. I had to come home because those eggs were really really bad to me. Needless to say, the scale should be down tomorrow, too. haha!
This is a beautiful life.
