I worked out this week 4 days despite these wretched allergies. I have a bum knee that can't take too much jogging and that makes it harder to get a good workout. I have to be a little creative. Beth and I are trying out a few P90X workouts that we borrowed from a friend this weekend. We'll see how that goes.
It was weigh in day again. I lost .4 lbs. Its a little bit in the right direction. I wish it was more, but it is what it is. I'm not sure what the WW lady was smoking when she told me I was 1 lb away from my 10% goal because I wasn't. I just took her word and didn't do the math until today. It felt pretty defeating when I realized I really had another 1.5 lbs to go to that goal.
But do you know what was even more defeating? When I got asked if I was pregnant today for the second time in one week. I'm not kidding. I did what anyone would do and cried in my car and called my best friends.
People, in case you did not get the memo: Do not ever ask a woman if they are pregnant. Not unless she is wearing a shirt that says "Yes, I'm pregnant" or she is in a hospital bed screaming with a person coming out of her. Especially if said woman may have recently lost 12 pounds and has been ingesting a large amount of salad and vegetables and fiber bars.
You do not want to be there if another person asks me this question. I am losing my patience and I will most likely say what I really think to them. Which may or may not be "No, I'm not. Are you carrying two watermelons in the back of your pants? Oh, sorry thats just your butt."