When I say I'm going to do something, wow. I really do!
I'm feeling exceedingly pleased with myself this morning.
Today is another day that I got my ass out of bed and into the pool. This makes at least 12 lap-swimming days since getting back from the skiing wonderland on Jan. 5. Plus two Saturday water aerobics classes and two Sunday aerobics/body-sculpting classes. (Oh.My.Gawd. Those are killers.)
End result? Two and a half pounds, people!
Take THAT, Fred and Ethel!
You may pat me on the backfat. Or don't. That's creepy.
I have tried to be a healthier me in the food department, but really, I haven't changed a whole lot -- other than adding Diet Chocolate Cherry Dr. Pepper to my intake. And I did turn down a bite of Roo-girl's banana-flavored Twinkie last night (ewwwwwwwww).
Seriously, though, I am inordinately proud of myself. I have said before that everyone has a different idea of what is considered fat ... for him/herself. I know that I am not considered fat by the rest of the world. However, I also know how I feel, though, and it didn't feel good.
So I'll take those 2 1/2 pounds ... and raise you a couple more.