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So yesterday was my weigh-in. Thank god...I lost the 2 pounds I had gained back this past month.
I jumped back on the weight watchers wagon. I mean, I never was technically off...but I definitely wasn't being my usual good point-counting self.
Anyway...I still can't believe I have lost 19.5 pounds. When I look in the mirror, I still don't see that much of a difference. But they say it takes time for the mind to catch up. Only a couple more pounds to go, and I will hopefully get into "maintenance" mode, rather than "losing" mode. That would be nice.
I think today is a manic high or whatever...I am feeling stir crazy. I wanted to sleep in, as I don't have class until 1:00 pm. However, I got up at the asscrack of dawn, did some pilates, ate my breakfast, and now I am playing the waiting game. I don't know why I always feel so rushed. It's a strange pressure to have all the time.
I am going to shower. Rawwwrr.
I jumped back on the weight watchers wagon. I mean, I never was technically off...but I definitely wasn't being my usual good point-counting self.
Anyway...I still can't believe I have lost 19.5 pounds. When I look in the mirror, I still don't see that much of a difference. But they say it takes time for the mind to catch up. Only a couple more pounds to go, and I will hopefully get into "maintenance" mode, rather than "losing" mode. That would be nice.
I think today is a manic high or whatever...I am feeling stir crazy. I wanted to sleep in, as I don't have class until 1:00 pm. However, I got up at the asscrack of dawn, did some pilates, ate my breakfast, and now I am playing the waiting game. I don't know why I always feel so rushed. It's a strange pressure to have all the time.
I am going to shower. Rawwwrr.