I did not weigh in this morning.
I had my jeans and shoes on before I realized I needed to. Then remembered I had done nothing this week to even consider losing an ounce. So, I passed.
I am going to the fat doctor today.
They will weigh me. But I never go by their weight. Simply because it will be in the middle of the day after I've ate 2 meals and with all my clothes and shoes on. I go by my scale. Period.
I'm kinda nervous.
It's not like I haven't tried this a million times.
Hopefully I can stick with it this time.
Hubbs starts his night schedule next week.
I've got every oppurtunity to be successful.
I just have to get motivated. And fast.
I'm hoping my friend Marianne will be my workout buddy.
It's always easier that way...
I'll let you know what the fat doctor says. ugh