It’s been a bit over a week, with a holiday weekend smooshed in the middle, and the question on everyone’s mind is, “how’d you do??”
And the answer, Dear Reader is, “meh.”
Overall though, it wasn’t too bad. A couple of slip-ups, partially involving the appearance of three types of ice cream/ice cream novelties in our house (three! types!) Nick’s sensational metabolism lets him indulge without a thought, and I have long ago decided that I have no right to insist upon a healthy eating plan for him, just because I’m trying to adhere to one. Given my weakness for ice cream, I held pretty strong. However, far from perfect. This week has been going along swimmingly, though, if I do say so myself. Stairs, check. No simple carbs, check (mostly). Run/activity other than football three times this week, it will be if I get my ass to the gym tonight. So not too shabby.
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A somewhat pretentious title, but genuinely how I feel. I want to lose the last 15 lbs, but not without losing my sense of irony. I don't want to be melodramatic about weight loss (although I might indulge in a "woe-is-me" every now and then), 'cause it's not life altering, so I shouldn't pretend that it is.
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