Weigh-in day!
Well, I weighed myself today - Saturday mornings seems like a good time to do this. I can lounge around and build up my courage, and so on. I didn't weigh myself last weekend, because I was in Canada.... I was afraid of this morning, because last weekend was pretty damaging to the whole weight-loss effort. I kept imagining all those goodies settling nicely in my thighs, and I ended up taking three days off from working out.
But this morning: 215 pounds.
This means that I have lost 33 pounds in seven weeks, which is starting to become a little alarming (I mean, I love it. I feel great and all, but I can't help but feel that this might be a little dangerous). I am down to a BMI of 35.8 from 41.3. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak - this is going really well really quickly, and that doesn't seem right. I keep waiting to hit a massive wall. I can't really explain why this is going to well right now, which kind of scares me - I mean, when it stops going well, am I going to know why then?
Anyway, onwards while I still can, I suppose. This weekend is Fall Break, so I have four days to snorfle around, doing my own work for once. I'm ratsitting for a colleague this weekend, which - to be honest - kind of freaks me out a little. Feeding them and cleaning them is fine, but apparently they need to be let out to run around several times a day and the thought of little rat feet running all over my nice little apartment makes me sort of... ooky. But I'm sure it'll go fine.
But this morning: 215 pounds.
This means that I have lost 33 pounds in seven weeks, which is starting to become a little alarming (I mean, I love it. I feel great and all, but I can't help but feel that this might be a little dangerous). I am down to a BMI of 35.8 from 41.3. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak - this is going really well really quickly, and that doesn't seem right. I keep waiting to hit a massive wall. I can't really explain why this is going to well right now, which kind of scares me - I mean, when it stops going well, am I going to know why then?
Anyway, onwards while I still can, I suppose. This weekend is Fall Break, so I have four days to snorfle around, doing my own work for once. I'm ratsitting for a colleague this weekend, which - to be honest - kind of freaks me out a little. Feeding them and cleaning them is fine, but apparently they need to be let out to run around several times a day and the thought of little rat feet running all over my nice little apartment makes me sort of... ooky. But I'm sure it'll go fine.