I ended my week dieting and exercising like a good dieter and exerciser (is that a word? If not, I just made it one!) should. I worked out not two, not three, not four, but FIVE days in a row!!! Which is a personal best for me. I still break a sweat, but the room has quit spinning and I don't have to close one eye to walk in a straight line. That sounded a little more like what happens when I drink too much, but it's the same head rush. Maybe i'll give up having a couple drinks on the weekends once this is over and just push myself at the gym. Who am I kidding? What do I look like, a saint? Come April, bring on the beer!!! :)
As a result of two weeks of strict diet and exercise, I've finally climbed off of the weight loss plateau. 7 pounds and an unknown amount of inches have been subtracted from my rather hefty physique. Ashley and I are going to start measurements on Tuesday so that I don't get discouraged again when my weight loss tapers off. I helped my family move some pretty heavy antiques on Saturday and didn't have to pretend that I was holding up my end of furniture. I was actually putting in noticeable effort. Pretty cool!
But.... the most awesomely amazingly great thing about this week is..... I GOT PIZZA!!!!!! Okay, it wasn't a Pizza Hut ham and pineapple pizza full of tomato-ey sauce and greasy gooey cheese. It was veggies and sauce and cheese on an English muffin.... but it still counted as pizza. I'm a happy girl! But now I want Pizza Hut, and Papa John's, and Spinelli's, and Wick's.... sigh. Some day I'll get to enjoy a piece of pizza, but for now, I'm content!
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