That half pound attached to the 155.5 lb. reading on the scale this past Friday bothered me, so I weighed myself this morning (Monday) at 4:14 AM, even though my rule was to weigh-in only once a week on Fridays.
Obviously I woke up feeling a little lighter, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it.
So, yes. That half pound is history.
Now, instead of losing a total of 7 lbs. in a little over three weeks, the new total is 7.5 lbs. lost.
Oops, now that new half pound marker bothers me. I don’t like to do anything halfway.
I’m going to knock that half pound off the planet.
Slow doesn’t always win the race. Slow might not even complete the race if the turtle slows to a snail’s pace and gets scooped up for supper along the way.
I’m at the head of the stretch, there’s no more time for maneuvering. Put the pedal to the metal.
If my brain hasn’t gotten the message that I can eat responsibly without it having to put me in emergency mode to slow my metabollism, because it thinks I’m starving, then my brain needs to be taught who’s in charge here. I’m a contributing factor to how I exercise my freedom to use my instincts as I choose.
Counting today (30 July) I have 11 days till the final weigh-in.
FAT-FREE CHEF™ 