I know weekly weight updates are supposed to come on Mondays, and I know it is now Tuesday, but yesterday was a hot mess and I needed time to absorb the awful news!
260.6. That’s right! No dramatic intro leading up to the devastation. You know what else: no insightful reasoning as to why I only lost 1 lb exactly. I worked my ass off, ate right and only lost one fucking pound. WTF is that all about? I don’t know and, although I’d love to say I don’t care, I really really do!
Too bad none of you suckers took me up on my bet; you’d all be dirty dirty rich! Ok, maybe not dirty rich but you’d have some extra coins in your pocket now wouldn’t you?
Conclusion: It is what it is. I was discouraged yesterday and didn’t do a thing but I worked out today and my thighs are killing me. My girlfriend says my legs are smaller; my boyfriend says the sex is better. What is there to complain about? It’s just a number… Right?