Today was the end of the first two weeks, or the beginning of the last two weeks (depending on how you look at it), of our month long experimental changed eating plan.
The first week hubby lost three pounds, and I dropped two. (Rats. My competitive spirit took a blow.) I did a little better at weigh-in this morning. Hubby lost three again . . . and so did I! So he's down six pounds in two weeks and my tail is still draggin' behind (figuratively speaking, of course) at five pounds.
Hubby was very surprised at his loss because he says he hasn't been able to detect any change in his body yet at all. But I had a feeling I had lost a bit more this past week. The girth around my middle hasn't felt quite as . . . um, uh, . . . prominent.
This man of the six pound weight loss, this man who has NEVER been on any kind of a weight loss program in his LIFE, says losing weight is simple. It's easy. There's nothing to it according to him. (I may just have to smack him upside the head a couple of times before I can get on with things.)
P.S. Just got up a new post on my quilting blog if you're interested. I'm working on a winter wall hanging for my daughter's office and there are some pictures there.
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