I gained. I gained a whole pound.
Oh, the madness.
And I was bummed two weeks ago when I stayed the same. There does seem to be a pattern, however. Lose a couple… wait… lose a couple more… wait. As long as I’m still taking two steps forward, I’m not going to freak out about a step back every now and then.
At least I don’t think I will.
It is in my nature to get mad at the scale. “I’ll show you who’s boss,” I’d say, helping myself to a bag of Oreos. “Stupid scale.”
I’m still on track, technically speaking, with four pounds lost in four weeks. Perfect, right?
Chill Mama.
September 15th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Oooh, I’m seeing a common theme. I just blogged about Oreos too. I think Satan sent Oreos to tempt us. Maybe they should amend “Man does not live by bread alone” to “Woman does not live by chocolate alone.” Whole new interpretation of the Bible.