Week 2, June 12th:
I’m totally regretting this little project—but it’s too late to turn back now.
If you must, here’s my scale:
This week I still didn’t make it to the gym. But I did make an effort to get up at 5:30 each morning for a two mile walk.
I should be happy that the scale is moving in the right direction, but I’m totally not. I’m still pissed about not being 139. I guess there are worse things I could be mad about, like the fact that my husband is still on a business trip or that my car is in the shop and I’m stranded at home tonight—but instead I choose to fume about this damn scale.
Does Baskin Robbins deliver?