Who would have thought that a small contraption aka the scale would make someone so nervous? But that little 2 feet by 1 foot (approximately) does just that. Who would have thought that? Not this girl. Like every week I get more and more nervous as it gets close to my weigh in. I am so ready for this to be over so that I can't start over a new week. Starting over would be grand cause Lord knows I wasn't a great WW member this week.
I mean I really didn't track. I didn't go to my Zumba classes (thank you allergies). I can honestly say that I did however lower my intake of soda; my last one was Monday at lunch, which means I didn't have any fast food (I don't count Subway). NO FAST FOOD AND DIET COKE should do me some good.
This morning, instead of heading to McDonalds for my morn McCaffe, I made Starbucks via Iced Coffee. It comes out to the same amount of points plus values, which is 2. I think it will be good for my bank account as well. I am killing 2 birds with 1 stone.
I am finding that as the weight comes off, I am becoming more and more of a fashionista. I am finding that I am liking clothes and shoes more and more.
Time to change subjects:
With the economy as it is, like others, I am finding hard to find a "big girl" job especially in graphic design. So I am considering doing something else and doing my freelance work on the side. Who knows?
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