I am 10 pounds down in the last 12 days.
And yet...today I had a teensy weensy break down.
DAMN YOU POST PMS*
*I decided today that there is such a condition as post-pms. Call me Dr. Amy.
Doing this weight loss challenge with a partner is stressful because I want to do good for my partner. I want to do my part! Lisa has lost 32 pounds in the 3 months since we have been doing this challenge. She started at 174 l.bs. Granted, that was a high weight for her and she went from not working out at all, to working out and changing her diet...but she has done extremely well, and I am super proud of her.
But I feel like I haven't pulled my weight (hahahahahaha PUN).
And I don't think I will meet my goal of 159 pounds by Thursday. That's 4-5 more pounds. And mama doesn't like not reaching her goals.
So, I am stuck at 164 since last week. And after I weighed in today...I hung my head and started to cry. It went a little something like this:
I step on the scale.
Heather: "What's the damage"?
I stomp my foot.
Me: "164. Same as before I worked out this morning. Same as yesterday!"
I slump in the chair, place forehead on Heather's desk.
Heather: "Babe, your body just likes it where it is. You are super sexy and I love you. "
Me: crying now and talking like a 3 year-old "But Lisa's body didnt like it where it is...SHE lost weight. I am letting her down."
Heather: "You are not letting her down. She is proud of you". hugging me "Now stop it". more hugs "Stop it right now".
And so I did. But it happened.
So on Thursday morning, I think around 10 am....I will weigh in. Here's hoping my friends!