This week was not that exciting. After a milestone weekend, I apparently loosened the reigns a little, and gained a pound since Saturday for a total this week of -.8. It is kind of a bummer, but I keep trying to remind myself that every week can't be -4 and that .8 is better than .0. I don't know how much those reminders are helping!
Today after church a group of girls took all of our littles out to lunch and I stuck with my planned chicken nuggets and fruit, but in my head I wanted to leap over the table and gobble up my friend's fries and put my straw in her queso and go bananas! It took a lot of will power, and I am sure she is very grateful :) I satisfied that insanity with a diet Dr. Pepper, which I'm sure was almost as good...
The strangest feeling has started happening though. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I assume I'm losing my mind. Every day lately I have just wanted to RUN. And it's like 'girl, don't be silly! you aren't a runner!' but I still really want to get moving. Playing the dance game isn't doing it for me anymore. There is even a Zumba class tonight that I would love to go to, but almost would prefer to head to the gym and jump on a treadmill. It's crazy talk. It's me being crazy. It's me wanting to melt my fat thighs away as quickly as possible!
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