So, apparently this bitching thing is really working out for me. "Oh hail, ye gods of weight loss, and hear my cry." Maybe I needed to expel 2 pounds worth of hot air through my primordial screaming and gnashing of teeth. The ways of metabolism are often inexplicable to me.
Now, I certainly won't be putting these 2 pounds in the "weight-loss goodbye bank" just yet, as I've discovered with heart-wrenching clarity that each new mark is not secure until it's been around a few days (if then). And yet, I can't lie – it feels pretty damn great to finally see some progress after a couple of weeks of agonizing plateau.
Breakfast - Atkins bar
Lunch - Atkins bar and almonds
Dinner - a sketchy scrounge-fest of smoked salmon, pepperoni sausage bites, blueberries, and blackberries. Yes, it was EXACTLY as unsatisfying as it sounds.
Exercise – I did an hour of Jazzercise. The ab work is about to kill me – I hate, hate, hate floor work. It makes me feel uncoordinated, fat; wallowing like a beached whale. Nevertheless, if there is any connection between brutal Jazzercise and today's weight loss, I'm going to pursue it.
Tonight: a second go at the movie Duplicate. I'm going to try to put the whole "tongue-licking" thing out of my head and try to keep an open mind...wish me luck.
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