The second week of the eight week challenge has now passed. I really am in it for the health part of it, but you wouldn't know it by my behaviors this past week--especially since yesterday.
I have now lost five pounds. That wasn't my goal (to lose weight), but I'll take it. I could probably lose about ten more before I start looking sickly. At least that's how it was with Weight Watchers those years ago. I got to that point and people started asking me if I was sick. That was pretty sad. Then we had our family portrait taken, and I could see what they were talking about. That portrait will never be put up on any wall.
The thing that's killing me is that between Sweetie's issues and the car being broken into, I can now really see the true value of chocolate. Just a little bit would make life so much more bearable. Let's just call it...medicinal. Yes, that's what it is.
I'm sure I'd be handling all that's happening so much better if only....if only.......
Saturday is sugar day--two days away. So far, there are snickerdoodles and a candy bar in there waiting for me. On the agenda will also be a
brownie in a mug, and I may just keep a never ending mug of hot chocolate in my hand. Other than that, I have no plans, but I'm definitely open to suggestions.
1 comment:
Sorry about the car. I am with you on the chocolate thing! Chocolate is either my drug or my best friend. I am not sure which.
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