I was shocked when I stepped onto the scale Saturday morning: I had lost 6 pounds! How was that possible? I jumped off the scale and back on just to double-check, and sure enough, it’s official: I am 6 more pounds down.
For anyone worried that I am starving myself or doing anything wacky to lose weight, hey, relax. It must be a mix of dropping water weight from prior gains, plus the result of more intense workouts this week, and cutting back on snacks and soda. I know I won’t have a big drop like again next week (wouldn’t it be nice, though?) But I am still excited and happy about it, and quite pleased to see those pounds gone! See ya! Don’t come back!
I am now at 203.4, with just under 3.5 pounds to go to kiss the 200’s good-bye. For good, this time! Yeah, I’ve said that before. I know. I can’t keep doing the lose-gain-lose-gain dance, though. I can’t do it to myself anymore. I need to stay focused and finally lose these pounds for the last time.
I had a very active weekend that flew by. I am more sore from yard work and manual labor than I am from my workouts, but either way burns calories, right? I got to enjoy a little down time yesterday evening, just hanging out with my husband and my stepson, and we stayed up as late as we could before we had to admit defeat and face facts: the weekend was over, and it was time to rest up for another work week.
I am psyched up and hyper-motivated by my weight loss this past week. I know I won’t drop another six pounds this week, but I am aiming for two!
Sweat & Sparkle 