Anyway, I realize that I might as well also wish for world peace and a lifetime supply of grilled cheeses to be delivered to my door tomorrow since these events are about as likely. But a gal can dream, can’t she? I just don’t see the value of being content with learning how to eat like a normal healthy person when I could hope for miracles.
I started typing this post circa one week ago and then never finished and here I am finally getting around to it again. I don’t really have anything new to add. I lost 0.8 last week which was shockingly awesome after the wedding weekend, and then gained 1.8 this past week after my birthday shenanarama which I was cool with because it seems like a friendly birthday gain. I’ve been good with working out so far this week which is to say I’ve actually gone the last two days even if there was very little good about it. The gym is still a giant asshole in my book but we maintain a mutual tolerance for one another.
Not much else cookin in my world. It seems like I’ve got shit going on every weekend in August which is annoying and counterproductive to my perpetual desire to spend all weekend laying on the couch watching TV, but I’ll get through it I suppose. I’m not banking on losing anymore before September but if I can drop another 0.8 below my lowest and hit -110 that’d be snazzy. Still, I’ve scraped off about 6 pounds this summer and that is a fine enough seasonal total for me.