Vocabulary word for the day: Weight loss Rage. Weight loss Rage is defined as the anger and hatred I feel towards skinny girls and people who eat yummy food in front of me.
Apparently this challenge is causing me to develop a split personality. On one hand I feel really good about myself. I'm doing something good for me and I have hope that it will pay off. Even though I haven't checked the numbers yet and no, my clothes aren't actually fitting any better yet, I feel better about the way I look already. On the other hand, I'm cranky, tired, sore and I want to give up and eat a giant omelet stuffed with a pound of bacon and cheese with a side of sour cream. I came within an inch of beating up an old man and taking his biscuits and gravy in the break room at work. I saw a mom dropping her kid off at the daycare, she didn't' have an ounce of fat or one stretch mark... I think I hate her. Aaaannnnddd, don't EVEN get me started on the super skinny, perky, annoying redhead from Exercise TV that led the Pilates I did last night, who apparently can't pronounce inhale and exhale... eeeeeennnnnhale and axehale, eeeeeeennnnnhale and axehale, eeeeeen, eeeeeeeen, eeeeeeeenhale and axehale. I think I hate her most of all.
Day 4 Stats:
Exercise: 20 minutes of Pilates and 20 additional minutes of stretching (during which time I fell asleep on the floor of my living room)
Healthy Choice: Took the stairs at work (removed heels for safety), chose actual fruit over gummy fruit snacks for my afternoon snack
Weight Change: TBD
Measurement Change: TBD
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