I'm brutally tired, but I'm much more at peace with myself today. I met two of my goals: I packed and ate lunch, and I Jazzercised like a freako-soccer mom possessed. I hurt and ache, but my mind is calm.
Hope shows up every time I get on the scale, but some days she offers you a little "Hope Bump" when you're feeling defeated like me. So, a good solid pound lost, which means.....19 pounds lost. So tantalizingly close to 20...but, no. This is not a game; it's my life. So, no rounding up. When that 20th pound comes off, I'll sing from the snow capped hills just like my beloved SRK in Humko Humise Churalo from Mohabbetein. (Well, I lip-synch it like him, anyway.
I'm going through some serious withdrawal, so I NEED a fix of Shah Rukh Khan aching, earnest, overacted deliciousness very, very soon...like TOMORROW!!!!!
Breakfast - the latte and almonds
Lunch - egg salad and a cucumber
Dinner - smoked oysters and Swiss cheese ( I know - even I'm grossed out)
Exercise - an ass-kicking hour of Jazzercise...gotta put in what you want out.
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