Well it is Tuesday again, week 13! Had to visit my, "Slot Machine from Hell" And yes as you can tell from my tone we are not on speaking terms. I mean come on, I ran a total of 26 miles this week, and watched what I ate, busted my ass as work, and put my life back together from traveling and what does the " El De'ablo tell me when I jump on the scale today....you lost .5lbs . NOT FIVE POUNDS people. POINT FIVE pounds; a freaking half a pound.
So as a bitch to my old man and I am sure he can tell that I am disgusted , probably from the excessive amount of profanities that echoes through the house this morning. As I wrote on the dry erase board and threw the stupid marker which I a sure I will never find again.
"It is still a loss." He says is an attempt to be supportive. (when I secretly know he wants to laugh and say something funny, cuz compassion is not his strong suit, but un-filtered truth better known as open mouth insert foot is)
I can not believe it, A freaking plateau...already, I have to get past this, I am 6 lbs behind schedule and I can not afford to "plateau for a few weeks!" Not to mention I am coming up on vacation week which I had planned on gaining 3 pounds from the mass consummations of alcoholic beverages. Now I can't even do that!
So here we are my new enemy....I will see you on the battlefield and I say to you...FU !!