The scale in its predictable predictability read 185 this morning. And yesterday morning. Maybe it's broken. Uh huh. Just a broken scale, folks. Nothing to worry about. Yeah, I wish.
BUT I am still doing my thang over here. I am not giving up. Nope. Not even a little.
So all you floggers out there better suck it up when you see a plateau 'cause I'm going on week five here, people, and I AM STILL GOING!! And going...and going.
I had a culinary adventure this evening. I bought this big container of organic baby spinach all trimmed up and washed, and I had some with dinner this eve. I mixed in some of my regular bagged salad as well. It was good! And maybe this is a coincidence, but my larger salad seemed to fill me up more. I didn't eat a lot of food, and I was pretty full. It was a little disconcerting, actually. So, bring on the baby spinach!
Weight: the eternal 185
Exercise: 40 min. (kinda hardcore)