That’s right! I’m back, baby! Two and a half pounds lost this week, making the grand total of weight loss 8.5 pounds! (And I suppose if we factor in the 1 pound of weight gain, it will make the total only 7.5, but who’s counting!?!?!?) I left my pity party in the lurch and strapped on my running shoes for an intense week of workouts. I did some weight lifting, boot camp videos, swimming, and I even tried a spin class. I meant to go to the introductory class, but somehow ended up with the seasoned vets and a Russian instructor named Petra; Petra has no mercy. I climbed on a bike, which unfortunately was directly facing the mirror…no one, including me, needs to see my sweaty boobs flopping every which way. And I’m pretty positive that the inside of my ass cheeks has never been as violated as it was by that bike seat. I mean, it just slides right up in there! It hurt to sit for the next two days, but other than that I felt fantastic. I can already feel my cardio endurance improving; I’m practically a jack rabbit! Because, you know, they can go fast and stuff.
As far as eating, well, I still love to do it. A lot. I guess I’m just making better choices most of the time. Although, I still usually hit up the Thai restaurant next door to me because little Thai man and I have bonded, and plus, the pad see ew is so good you’ll have to change your pants afterwards. Plus I still looooooove dessert, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. And poor Barrett, attempting to be helpful, kindly suggested that if I cut out the desserts I could lose even more weight. I kindly suggested that he fuck off. You don’t want to be around me if I haven’t had desserts; I’m cranky, and apparently I start telling people to fuck off. But that’s the amazing thing about Weight Watchers; you can have that stuff and still lose weight. I kind of sound like I’m getting to paid to advertise for them right now, but that’s not the case. Just to reiterate, I, unlike Jennifer Hudson, am not making bank by plugging Weight Watchers. I just happen to like it.
So what’s up next this week? Well, I’m hoping to make my ten pound goal next week, so that means I’d have to lose another 2.5 pounds. That means game on this week! (Discounting the delicious waffles I purchased at the Waffle Window this morning). I’ve got my eye on the prize, which I’ve decided to give myself after every five pound loss. Five pounds was a pedicure, and ten pounds is a necklace I’ve had my eye on since this morning. I was originally going to reward myself with Crest Whitening Strips so my smile would be even more dazzling, but then I remembered that my smile is already pretty bad ass*. Plus, I went shopping this morning and saw this gorgeous necklace by Jessica Simpson. That girl may have more tatas than brains, but she can design jewelry like a champ. So to earn this silvery goodness, I’m going to take my sore buns back to spin class, and aim to hit five workouts again this week. I’m also going to continue tracking all my points, and maybe, just maybe, try to nix a couple of desserts this week.
*My apologies for coming across like an egomaniacal ass hat.
Well done you! Make sure you mix cardiovascular and toning. For dessert cut up fresh fruit and serve with natural yogurt and a splash of chocolate sauce. Not ideal, but think of it as dessert methadone.
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