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.
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!
Stats:
Weight: the eternal 185
Exercise: 40 min. (kinda hardcore)
1 comment:
I wish I knew what to tell you, Tammy, but I don't at this point. You are doing so well hanging in there with this. I know it is hard.
Have you tried any frustration throat ripping screaming yet? Maybe that will burn some pounds...
"Fuck!!!!!!!!!" (ripping the scale off the floor and holding it inches from your face) "What do you want from me?!? What? Just tell me!!!!! I will do it I swear !!!! ANYTHING!"
Something like that maybe? Pretty shitty advice right? Just keep fighting...
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