Last week, I maintained my workouts, alone, on the big, scary main gym floor. I stuck to my guns and I did what I set out to do. Then, as the weekend approached, I weighed myself.
Now, a few weeks ago, our scale let us know that it needed new batteries. Having lost only 5 lbs in 2 months after this "new way of life," I ignored it and just decided that I would simply not weigh in until May 1.
But, my hubby and I were talking about it and he thought that he had noticed something different. I swore to him that "No, I am still at 221." He said that wasn’t possible. We made an adult-themed wager to prove who was right, and walked into the garage where the scale is.
Then, a wave of panic hit me. What if I gained? OMG, I will totally die right now BUT I’d win bet....so, I got on the scale and sucked in my belly….because that totally matters.
I looked at the scale, and there it was, like a toddler looking up at me, asking for a hug—216! Goodbye 224!!
OMG! YAY!
HOLLA! GO ME!
I Lost the bet, but kinda won anyways, right?
So, I guess my trainer is right. More weights. Less Cardio. Less Calories. I am SO looking forward to being in ONEderland…that's where the rest of the people who weigh under 200 lbs reside. I don’t want to look like a supermodel, I want to lose one..(get it? I want to lose 80 lbs)....Actually, I just want to walk into Old Navy or Gap and buy a pair of jeans, oh, and rock a bathing suit in December!
By the way, adult-themed wagers are a nice reward, expecially when you're feeling thinner…is this TMI?
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