If anyone were reading this blog, my next statement might stir up some controversy…
I weigh myself everyday when I’m trying to lose weight.
I like to pretend that I do it so I can quickly make a correction if I start to see a stall or a shift, but I really do it because I have an obsessive personality. Nothing makes me happier than seeing a little change. Since I don’t drink or smoke or stay up all night, I allow myself this little bit of naughty fun.
So, I was shocked when I got on the scale yesterday and saw that I was down 1.8 pounds in two days. And I very nearly passed out when I saw a SIX mother-effin’ pound loss this morning.
SIX POUNDS IN FOUR DAYS!!!!
Or should it be, SIX POUNDS IN FOUR DAYS????
Is that a believable number? I’m heavier than I should be, but I didn’t think I was “Biggest Loser” heavy where they drop 15 pounds a week.
Maybe I was just super bloaty on Tuesday and Wednesday (from all of the sugar I’ve had recently?) or maybe I really am kicking ass.
Either way, I’ll take it!
Live, love, lose.