This week, I lost 2.4 pounds, which brings my grand total to: -20.1 pounds! Woot woot!
You guys? I’ve lost a toddler. I’m going to have to buy new Spanx because my old ones are too big. Last weekend I had to buy new underwear because my old ones (that I had just bought a few months ago) kept falling down. At work. Those puppies are being packed away with my maternity/post-baby-but-not-quite-small-enough-for-regular-clothes-yet clothes! Wa-hoo!!!!
And for your viewing pleasure, my computer decided that it didn’t hate me quite as much as normal so I can download the graph that I’ve been keeping track of my weight loss on:
Do you see the lovely downward trend? How beautiful is that?
Also? I am ::thisclose:: to my next goal! Just over one pound to go! Since I’m all about making it easy on you guys keeping track of my progress, I’ve also posted my original goals below so you can see! How cool am I?
Very cool is the correct answer.
In other weight loss news, I’ve been thinking about doing something.
Something that will be my next mini-goal reward.
Something that has been needing to be done anyway but I feel like it would coincide nicely with my next mini-goal.
I think it’s time to get my wedding ring re-sized.
It’s been getting more & more lose over the last few weeks but this week it has almost fallen off a few times and last night, I could even fit it on my middle finger, which is roughly the size of a large sausage link. I think I will only go down a little bit (a half-size or less) because when I get hot (especially in the summer), I retain water in my hands and I swell. Bad. So badly that, on our honeymoon, I couldn’t even get my wedding ring off for several days.
It was either going to be that or do a spa day but Greg got all “dad” on me and said that since we are trying to pay down some debt (just 2.5 months until his truck is paid off!), maybe I shouldn’t do frivolous things like spend a few hundred dollars on a spa package.
And I’m all, “Do you know the things I’ve sacrificed?! All of the delicious food that I had to turn down in order to get this far?!”
And he’s like, “Too bad. You’re the one that wanted to save and pay off some debt. You made your bed. Lay in it.”
And I’m like, “See? I do everything around here!”
And he’s like, “Uh . . . ”
And I’m like, “You just said, ‘You made your bed.’ I cook, I clean, I deserve this!”
And he’s like, “It was a metaphor. You never make the bed.”
And you know what? He’s right. I never make the bed. I guess I will put off the spa day for my next mini-goal.
Touché, Mr. Stemme. Touché.