So now I have a blister on my left heel, sore ankles, achy hip joints, and a sore back. This weight loss thing is TONS of fun. The whole process is killing me, but I guess I should save the serious whining for week three. So I take it back, it's all good. And, on the upside, I think I felt some muscles in my legs this morning. Hello muscles, I've missed you! But will they stick around? Or will I just go back to my couch-crashing, wine-swilling ways?
I had some ups and downs yesterday with 3 large "health" cookies, two small bags of popcorn, and twice as much ravioli as I meant to eat. (You can't eat just one. Or four. Okay, eight. Not when they're so tasty.) But I skipped the two glasses of wine with Intervention, I did a new Firm workout last night with the sis (after Intervention and Hoarders), and the scale's holding steady at 115. Plus, I had oatmeal for breakfast, so the torture (I mean "fun," of course) continues. I am determined to see the little needle wobble its way to the OTHER SIDE of 115. By the end of this week, for sure. Stay tuned, I might have spinach for lunch again.
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