Cruise Countdown: Day 22
45 Days To Go
I secretly ran to the bathroom to weigh myself last night while Robert was reading some news article on his phone. He has been insisting I step on the scale so we can see if any progress has been made and I have been avoiding it like the plague. Why? Because I’m kind of pathetic. I know, that’t not nice to say about myself but I am when you think about it. I’ve been trying to loose weight, and writing about it, for over a year now. I quietly opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out the scale and gently placed in on the floor. When I turned it on and stood on it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ve only lost 3 pounds. I was “yelling” at myself in yesterday’s post You Just Have To Want It Bad Enough because clearly I didn’t.
With only 45 days to go you better believe my ass did a work out video this morning and had a banana after my reasonable lunch so I wouldn’t be STARVING when I got home and didn’t stuff my face. I had a sensible dinner with no bread or pasta. Let’s do this!