Sunday, August 22, 2010

Day 7

Yesterday: -.2
Total: -12.2
Total Inches: -11.25

Got a sunburn yesterday.  My entire body is out of whack.  Swollen hands, light headed....not good.  Going to try extra protein and lots of electrolytes and see if that does the trick.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Day 6

Yesterday: -1
Total: -12

Stress does do something to the desire to eat.  It sucks out loud that's for sure.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Day 5

Yesterday: -2.2
Total: -11
Inches Total: -7.25...man....exercise is building muscle....ahhhhh, in places I don't want it.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Day 4

Yesterdays loss: 1.2
Total: 8.8

No measuring today....every other day.  I did have a piece of lasagna last night.  Yeah, it was worth it.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Day 3

Weight Lost: 7.6
Inches Lost: Measuring tomorrow

Post Script: Okay I lied. I measured today. Hey, I couldn't find the measuring tape and didn't want to make it up. I want to measure more often...I think I like inches more than pounds. Pounds I have to track daily, but inches make me happier and daily is too much for them.

So......

Inches Lost: 6.25

Monday, August 16, 2010

Back to Basic

Started over...big surprise there.  Let's just say Hell hath no fury like a mommy stressed.  So...I am going to give hcg a go again.  Still not at my all time high...but pretty dang close.

Weight Lost: 0
Inches Lost: 0

Monday, June 21, 2010

Back to the Beginning

My ten pounds are back and they brought a little friend with them.  That's okay.  I have been under so much stress, it's amazing that I don't weigh more. 

Do I have any idea what I'm doing?  Absolutely not.  Do I have any odds on my chances of success?  No not really.  My only goal is that I want my swimsuit to fit a little bit better while I am out getting second degree burns on the majority of my body.  Oh and I don't want to hear anyone else say, "Thar she blows."

I don't know why this is such a struggle for me.  And maybe it isn't any more of a struggle for me than it is for everyone else.  I know that I don't feel good....too bad that isn't enough of a motivator.  I like me, I think I'm fun...but for some reason I won't take care of me....at least not any more than the very basic of things.

Well, the adventure begins, yet again.  It's a good thing I believe in Mondays.