Well, here we are towards the end of yet another week of going up and down the diet ladder. On Monday 2/15, I logged in at -2.6#. Thats a total of 6.5# off the biggest loser, and 3# lost the week prior. Im 9 pounds lighter! What!!!
I say, there is something in the tuna as a joke, but I didnt know how bad tuna is for you. See, I have been CRAVING tuna for the entire 3 weeks while doing biggest loser. Why? I have NO clue.
I have eaten a tuna sandwich almost every day for the past 3 weeks. Well, not EVERY day, but M-F pretty much. I love tuna sandwiches!
Im nervous to weigh in this coming Monday, as I feel a certain monster brewing in my ovaries. Or, placenta, or wherever Flo comes from, she's coming and I can tell my how awesomelly moody Ive been.
My husband is SO over me this week. Thats ok. He's still learning.
It's suppose to rain this weekend, but I am going to vow to get on the Wii fit and work out. I think Ive eaten OK this week, but Id chock it up as, not one of my good weeks. I cant get too down on myself though, Ive been pretty consistent and hey, 9# lighter is something to pat myself on the back about.
My jeans are getting loser, my rings are sliding all over my finger, and I just FEEL a little different, so I can only imagine 9 more gone. Then 9 more. I'll be a size 9 in no time. Skinnaaaay!!
Oh, I guess I'll do the unthinkable and purchase a scale this weekend. Wish me luck!
Laugh everyday, like you just saw someone fall in a big pile of poop.
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