I thought today was D-Day. Or should I call it S&M Day. I really think it is suppose to be 3 days from now. But I did it anyway.
I stepped on the scale for the first time in almost 30 days.
I took out that blasted measuring tape.
I took out a pen.
I didn't need a calculator.
Then I started baking some more Friendship Muffins.
I also came up with an idea that probably already exists, because that's the way my ideas work. I think having a room that you step in where they measure displaced air would be a grand thing. Then you wouldn't have to measure body areas. And ... you might get the benefit of 1/8" somewhere you hadn't even thought of! Anything to gain another 1/8" of loss would be a grand thing.
The scale hasn't moved a whit. The inches have dropped off slowly. 5.25 in a month. Okay. That's better than nothing. If I avoid that stinkin' chocolate drawer at work for the next 30 days. Walk at least 3 days a week with Leslie. Don't eat those Friendship Muffins. Maybe? I think I need a different DVD as well. I need to lose the belly fat. The pants aren't going to fit any better unless I do that. Why on earth do sugary confections have to taste so good?!
Out there to the warm sunshine.