Last Thursday I was discouraged because I hadnâ€™t lost any weight. I wasnâ€™t too worried about it because I knew I had splurged a little on Motherâ€™s Day when a few men made their wives a fantastically decadent brunch complete with Mimosaâ€™s. Also, I ate my gift of chocolate covered raisins liberally (my favorite!!) all week long. Plus I had several Margaritaâ€™s a day in celebration of the warm sunny weather.
But still, it was disappointing.
Well, HELLO MONDAY! Perhaps I was bloated last week, because today I am two pounds down! Which makes a total ofâ€¦. (drum roll, please)â€¦. TEN POUNDS LOST!
And how did I celebrate? I worked my ASS OFF (quite literally, if you think about it)! Today on the Monotonous Machine of Monotony and on the treadmill, I discovered the â€˜randomâ€™ button, which keeps my muscles and heart rate from getting lazy and into too much of a rhythm because Iâ€™m basically going up and down hills.
And? And! I JOGGED the last three minutes of my treadmill routine! Once I got over the distraction of my ass fat bouncing wildly like a pile of jello sitting on a washing machine, my endorphins were so high I was doing that cheesy grinning with my eyes closed thing.
Yes, thank you, thank you. I am warmly receiving your cyber pats on my back for a job well done.