Something is odd about my scale. I weighed about seven different times right in a row, standing in various directions: front, back, sideways, left foot, right foot...each reading was different, with a range of 4 or so pounds. I really wanted to put the low score, 273, but I resisted for the sake of honesty.
I'm still as frustrated as hell, but I haven't lost my resolve yet...at least, not today.
Today's fat lady reality check: the heat is not your friend. I hate sweat. Really, I'm not exaggerating - I well and truly hate it with the white-hot heat of a thousand suns. I've noticed something about Bollywood movies - they REALLY like wet people. There always seems to be one wet T-shirt contest style number. When I'm flinging sweat everywhere to Marjaani Marjaani ( not a wet number, I might add), I think to myself, "this is NOT what Yash Chopra has in mind.". Eewwwww.
Breakfast - coffee. I know - that sucks. I paid for it at about 4 PM, too.
Lunch - 2 sticks of string cheese and a handful of pepitas.
Dinner - too much Swiss cheese with brown mustard and more coffee (another mistake which I'm paying for at the moment - I feel like I'm about to scale the walls Spiderman-style at 11:45 PM)
Exercise - my very own wet number to Dhadak Dhadak (LOVE IT!), 2 Chammak Challo, 2 Criminal, and 2 Marjaani Marjaani, then cool down to Haule Haule and Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai
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