I was really hoping to hit my goal of 13.5 pounds this week, but Greg and I had a date last weekend and we took Brock to the zoo on Sunday and we ate a ton of junk while we were there. I would rather enjoy myself when we get to do things even if it means the weight comes off a little slower than I would like. At least it’s coming off, right?
The results this week? Another 0.6 pounds down! Hooray! I only have 1 mother-loving pound to go until I hit my first mini-goal! And, I’m pretty sure I am going to get a pedicure to celebrate because 1) it’s not related to food, 2) it is (relatively) cheap, & 3) my feet look dreadful and they deserve one last hurrah before they are subjected to a winter of ::shudder:: close-toed shoes.
So, talk to me. What are you doing to reward yourself when you reach your weight-loss goals?