Day 7: Moving along...
Exercise: I'm headed to the treadmill after I finish this post, Mom. I promise.
Meds: Check. Good BS numbers all day today! (We'll see what we get after the t5k though).
Mood: TOM makes me insane, angry, and just a full-on bitch. My husband is probably a saint, but I'm too busy being irrational to notice.
Did well today, had salads at two meals. (Not for two meals, but at least I got them in there). Getting on the treadmill both tonight and tomorrow morning because once again, life reers it's ugly head and has plans to interrupt my diet. Read: bridal shower at Bdubs tomorrow.
Wishing more and more that I could just attempt weight loss in a vaccuum, like on The Biggest Loser. No job, no kids (not that I have any, but for those of you who do), no real-life stress, someone to cook for you and shop for you, all the work out equipment you could ever imagine available to you 24 hours a day, just footsteps from your door...
It's a nice little fantasy...anyhoo.
7 down, 72 to go. Keep on keepin' on.
Not dead yet.
3 hours ago