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Two pounds.

I lost two freakin' pounds.

I guess I should be looking on the bright side. At least I didn't gain two pounds.

But, two pounds?

At this rate it will take me 2 months two lose 15 pounds. And, that's if I keep steady. No bad weeks. No plateaus. None of that crap.

In two months, summer will be well on its way.

I think I can speed this thing up, though.

If I stop having chocolate as a consolation prize, I could probably step the process up a bit.

And, if I start working out. REally working out. I could probably inch it up to say three, maybe three and a half pounds for the next couple of weeks.

There has got to be a better way. I've been torturing myself for the past week for a measely TWO POUNDS?!

Okay. Let me calm down a bit; get a plan of action in place. Focus.

I will just beef up my workouts this week and see what happens.

I swear, it better be more than two pounds. -3T

Naughty Girl

I've broken one of my primary, unwritten rules: NO MCDONALD'S

I couldn't help myself.

I tried to resist, but I fell victim to peer pressure and sabotage.

My kids wanted McDonald's. After all, it is spring break. And, how can you enjoy spring break without greasy food and ice cold beer soda. Well, I didn't actually let them drink soda. We didn't go that crazy.

But, I did agree to take them to Mickey D's after our brief trip to the park that ended in an all out, full blown, to the death, one year old tantrum (he had shots and he has a cold, so he's excused).

Off we went to the happiest place on earth.

We got there at exactly the same moment my stomach erupted into it's feed-me-now-or-so-help-me act that it always puts on just after noon, and I just could not force myself to get a crappy salad. I tried to talk my brain, I mean my stomach, into waiting until later, but it made a valid argument. The baby was in such a mood that we would not be able to ensure that tummy's needs were going to be met later. So, it was an unavoidable eat now or suffer the consequences scenario. On a day like today (tantrums, four year old shots, soccer practice, photo editing, house cleaning) the consequences were just not an option.

So, as you can see, my kids and my stomach pressured me into choosing a burger, fries, and sweet tea for lunch. It was beyond my control.

And, the sabotage? The sabotager was my mother, bless her heart, who offered to pay for the meal. Sadly, I have not advanced far enough past my college years to turn down a free meal, no matter how cheap, disgusting, or unhealthy it may be.

Tomorrow will be better.

I am scheduled to visit the golden arches once again for a birthday with my kids, but this time I will eat a healthy snack before, and enjoy my healthy lunch after.

I will not fall victim to the fried goodness again. At least not until next week at the very earliest:)

-3T

I'm not dead

I'm still here.

I've just been busy here, and here, oh and here.

But, not so much here.

But, my eating has been going ok.

Not great, but ok. As in, don't want to shoot myself in the stomach b/c I'm hungry. But, not exactly at the healthy-food-is-so-awesome stage yet either.

But, isn't that great about Tub of Lard?

I don't know if I lost any weight this week because I refuse to own a scale, but I'm pretty sure that if I didn't then it's because she lost so much that if I lost some too then the universe would be outta whack or something.

I'll let you know when I weigh myself on Saturday how much weight I've lost. If I haven't lost any expect nothing because I will not posting from the bathroom where I am bludgeoning myself in the bathtub.

Have a nice day!

-3T

Minus six and counting

My terrible week mood wise still turned out to be effective in the weight loss department.

I’m down six pounds!

I’ve ridden this weight loss roller coaster enough to know that most of that is probably water weight and not fat. But that’s ok. Seeing the numbers on the scale going down makes me happy.

So my goal for this week—start exercising!

—TOL

Costco's Crazy

Or, maybe it's me.

Maybe I am the one who is nuts for not being able to understand why their Two-Bite Cinnamon Rolls (which in my opinion are really only like one bite, maybe one and a half if you're trying to savor it) are so ridiculously high in fat/calories/bad crap.

Seriously, a mere four bites of goodness (serving size is 2) will leave with 210 calories of shame and 9 grams of fat on your rump.

And, yes I had one. Oh, shut up, I had four, okay. That means I ate 420 calories and 18 grams of fat in cinnamon rolls.

Which, I think I earned as a little treat to spending the entire week hungry and sweaty (I worked out everyday!).

Know what the worst part is? Since we bought them from Costco, there are still like 385 of those freaking things sitting there in their buttery, soft, sweetness daring me to ignore them for the rest of the weekend. Hate to disappoint the little buggers... -3T

PMS is a bitch

I’ve been MIA from posting because I didn’t want to be Debbie Downer.

T3 is doing great and kicking ass. She’s rocking it out and I’m so proud of her.

I, however, am having a hard time.

I’m hungry.

I’m tired.

I’m moody.

I'm in full on bitch mode.

I recognize it, I just can't stop it.

I have been counting my WW points since Monday and been making good food choices, but still feel like I could be doing better.

I’ve already dipping into my extra weekly points which I try to save for the weekends.

I haven’t exercised at all. I’ve been too tired. (Please don’t tell that if I worked out I’d have more energy. Save it. Or my head may start to spin.)

But I guess, looking on the bright side, I am making good food choices and haven’t given in to temptation and eaten everything in sight. A step in the right direction, right? Because seriously, I could do some major damage to these right now. LOVE them! Salty and sweet all wrapped into one.

Anyway, I’ll be back to normal soon—whatever that is.

— TOL

Wednesday

I know today is Thursday, but I have to tell you how Wednesday went, silly.

I worked out. All Star workouts on FitTV suck. But, I did it anyway.

I did good with my eating. No huge portions. No greasy goodness. No scrumdidiliumptious. Mostly just Operation Reduce Caboose approved food.

But, I have to admit to one minor transgression.

I found a Kitkat bar hiding surreptitiously in my bread box. Thought it was a prank, you know April Fool's Day an all, so I ignored it initially.

However, I can not ignore things like an unclaimed Kitkat bar. If I could do you think my moniker would be Two Ton Tilly? Um, no.

I finally couldn't take the fact that it even existed for one more second so I undressed it, snapped a section off, and took a bite.

I realized my mistake instantly so I took the other three rectangles and gave them to #2. He was ecstatic.

Don't worry, I made him burn off the calories later by riding his bike in circles in the garage (it was raining).

But, this can't happen again.