First let me say I haven't gotten on the scale in a few days--it wasn't moving.
My dysfunctional relationship with the scale does make me want to get on the scale but I won't.
Today I put on a pair of jeans that had a great big, ugly muffin-top last time I wore them. Today not only do they fit better, the muffin-top is nearly gone & they are looser in the seat (they are super wide-leg).
AND as if that ain't enough my engagement ring hasn't fit in a very, very, very long time. I tried to put it on today out of shits & grins. IT FITS. It's a little snug but not tight.
I need to just keep working out, eating like Wendy has planned out for me, & shut the fuck up about the scale.
Tonight's workout fun will include NROL-O FLIIB & some HIIT. Woot!
3 comments:
Woot! Woot! THAT'S AWESOME!! Keep it up, Deb. Our scales are just retarded bastards. You are doing GREAT! I'm happy for you!!
HAHAHA Sandi!
Yes, scales are indeed retarded bastards. Sons of bitches, too!! :)
I like to think of my scale as a douche bag in a box. :-)
GO, DEB!!!!! I'm so proud of you!
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