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May 19, 2005
The New Number Is....
Eighteen.
Tonight was the night of the weekly "step on the scale" routine at the gym. And the results are in... I am now down 18 pounds total since March 7. Sure, it's going slowly, but it's still going -- especially cool, considering I slipped this past week and ate a Burger King Whopper With Cheese the other night, on top of the Chinese food I had on Saturday. I didn't expect to lose anything at all this week.
But there it was: 18 pounds.
I still have a long way to go before I reach my goal. And it's going slower than I'd like it, of course. But now, I have two fewer pounds to get there. And 18 pounds is still 18 pounds less, which is already an improvement. 18 down, 42 to go. At this rate, I'll be where I want to be by New Year's.
Do you care? Of course not. But I'm psyched, and you're already here. So there. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Comments
18 lbs - that's great!!! You've lost an entire Mischa Barton!
Posted by: Erika at May 19, 2005 11:00 PM
It must be weird walking around without a head.
Posted by: The SpinMD at May 20, 2005 07:10 AM
Almost as weird as walking around without the thing you're missing (from what I hear from Mrs. Doc, anyway).
Posted by: Curmudgeon at May 20, 2005 07:50 AM
Guess I can't send you cookies, then.
Posted by: jillian at May 20, 2005 09:54 PM
looking good, too!
Posted by: lita at May 20, 2005 11:21 PM
