I am the grumpiest girl in the world.
Or the grumpiest pirate. (Yarrr.....? Really?)
|Or the grumpiest cat. Most likely scenario.|
I finally did the post-Chicago weigh-in. I had been putting it off because I was more than a little bit terrified of stepping on the scale.
I also had to do some major laxative-ing because... Well, because I had to.
Yeah, okay. Whatever. I only gained half a pound.
It's better than expected.
But I'm on a deadline here, people!
Last week I maintained. This week I gained.
Now I've got 6 weeks left to lose 9 lbs.
1.5 lbs per week.
5250 calorie deficit per week.
My body is still on "om nom everything in sight" vacation mode.
I haven't even attempted to start calorie counting yet for this week.
I'll start.... tomorrow.
Tomorrow sounds nice.
I need to stop-stop-stop with my lazy bum ways.
But they're comfortable.
And I'm too lazy to stop...
And the boyfriend and I got a new bed so that we're no longer struggling to survive the night in a twin-sized bed.
So all he wants to do is cuddle and nap all day.
WHICH IS PERFECT - because all I want to do is cuddle and nap all day and previously I could never convince him to be this lazy with me.
This bed is the devil.
|Why. So. Comfortable?!?!|
I will become a beached whale before I become svelte in six weeks.
A bientôt, lovelies.