Gosh, I almost forgot. And I know all of you are just dying to hear. Today was Monday and that means the weekly weigh-in around our house.
Yes, both hubby and I decided last week at the end of our four-week change of eating habits regime that we would continue on for the indefinite future since we both want to drop several (okay, many) more pounds.
Hubby would be the first to admit he had a ba-a-a-d week and indulged in a wee bit of chocolate and a couple (few?) beers which he has not been doing at all.
However, (and I don't know how he does it) he showed a loss of 2 pounds this morning. That gives him a total loss of 9 pounds for five weeks.
Mama Plump (I mean Mama Pea) thought she was going to have a fantastic week and show a loss of 2 or 3 pounds. Why? Because I truly felt lighter. Even my "fat" pants have looked and felt looser. What did the scale say? Zero pounds lost this week. None gained, but none lost. How can this be? Maybe I should have eaten some chocolate and knocked back a few beers. Sigh. My total loss is 6 pounds in five weeks now. Hrumpf.
I don't think I'd be feeling very good if I cut my portions down any more. Guess I just have to bite the bullet and get more exercise to burn more calories.
Trying to lose weight is the pits. If I don't start dropping more pounds soon, I'm going to stop eating all this healthy food and eat only potato chips and pie. If I ate a piece of pie for breakfast, chips for lunch and more pie for dinner, I bet I'd be consuming less calories than I do now. Hrumpf.