Today was my weekly weigh in. I knew (logically) that it would be a good one, but the irrational part of my brain was convinced I’d fail. I was worried for nothing. I lost 5 lbs this week. That’s the equivalent of a Chihuahua. Though that 5 lbs little bugger in the picture looks much cuter than the 5 lbs did on my hips!
This week was surprisingly good for me. I was able to eat meals that kept me full without going over my calorie allowance. I made good choices because of my planning When I made a ‘bad’ food choice I tempered it with the good ones like eating veggies before the pizza, splitting a yummy cookie with a coworker and using less (but better) cheese.
With all that said, I can’t believe I lost 5 lbs. This week was probably too easy but it was a great start. I’m just getting started and I have a long way to go. I’ve lost a Chihuahua but I still need to lose a Labrador! Or maybe another 14 Chihuahuas.
Apparently my body has turned into an animal shelter, but my ass is running out of space so I need to get these puppies shipped out ASAP.