Weighing In
Okay, so, remember how I said I was going to lose 60 pounds? (I said 70 if you click that link, but then later I amended it to sixty, because I didn’t weigh as much as I thought I did.)
Well, it’s been almost two months since then. And guess how much I lost.
That’s right…
I don’t know, because I forgot to weigh myself last time I went to the doctor, and I don’t own a scale.
Yay!
But I’m thinking I lost about ten pounds. That’s how much it feels like. Meaning, I feel like I lost a little, and I see the missing fat spots when I’m home in my bathroom mirror, naked, but no one else can tell yet. Except for Barbara, but she always says that when I wear that skirt. And Tad, but he has to say it because he’s my man.
And I’m okay with all that, because my goal is to lose the 60 pounds within a year. That’s five pounds a month, right? I think so. So, if my gut feeling (HA! PUN!) is correct, I’m right on target.
Seriously, though – I need to find a scale.
