Good morning, everyone.
I jumped on my scale, this morning and saw a small amount of movement. 3.4 pounds in two weeks. Not stellar... I only lost .6 pound, last week so that was 2.8 pounds this week. I am not impressed or happy about it. I am culpable and I need to pull my head out of my ass and do better.
I need to find my mojo. My mojo is off wandering around somewhere, sipping lattes at Starbucks, sniffing late season flowers, gazing at fluffy white clouds dancing across the sky, zig-zagging across ripe, golden fields chasing the last butterflies, diving into leaf piles on someones freshly raked lawn.
I am sucking. I am aware of it. I am working on turning it around.
And I am thankful that I at least lost a few pounds and didn't plateau or gain.
*taking a breath* Not freaking out.
I have a goal. One that is in serious jeopardy thanks to my being a lazy, self indulgent slag. And that isn't going to fly. Time to pull myself up short and stop slipping, grazing, picking, snacking, popping a cheese puff here, a handful of Carolina BBQ chips there. Pop chips aren't bad, but two thirds of a bag of pop chips for lunch is. :P
And this shining on exercise thing I am doing... Not cool.
It is a sunny, chilly morning. And my hampers are full. Laundry day. Yay. Nothing like four loads of dirty, smelly clothes to make a girl feel special on a lovely Autumn day. :P
So, I suppose I should get my second cup of java, my oatmeal and then get to it.