So I know a I am few days behind, and the amazing thing is that I didn't think people were listening or reading. But as soon as I fell behind, I got bombed with e-mails. So I apologize. Some how this week I got a life. Unfortunately I think this past week I would have traded it with a homeless person.
Anyway, so I am back on track. I did weigh in on my regularly scheduled Tuesday and I even bought a new slot machine from hell. However right after the weighed in I took the fucking thing right back to the store. Not because it lied, (which I am sure it did) but I bought one without a battery, the dial kind. Well the freaking dashes are so small I can not tell if i lost any weight. And to be honest I need to know down to the freaking ounces..otherwise I will fall right back to my pathetic ways. If I lean forward it moves, and if I crouch down apparently I am five pounds heavier. Must be something to do with compression of fat weighs more them long stretched out fat. (if you believe that, I have some ocean front property to sell you in Kansas)
I took the freaking thing back cuz it said in two weeks I had not lost a pound. Side note: People how do you work not stop, barely eat, barely sleep and not loose weight. Then I moved on to the tape test. Which I have been dreading, cuz without exercise I really, highly doubt to see a difference. I am hopeful but I am not stupid. So I drag out the clothe tape, start at the bottom and work my way up. Recording every step along the way. Then I flip the page to the previous month. I couldn't believe it I had lost a total of an inch and half. (shut up shut up!!) I know it is not a lot and divided into three places really not alot. But it is something and I am freaking taking it.
So my goal next week after I catch my breath> back to my exercise routine and a dye job, my roots look bad!