Soooooo... tonight is the 90-Day Challenge weigh-in/seminar.
They said we can weigh-in during the day, so I went ahead and weighed in while I was at the gym in the morning. Ugh.
I'm only down to 182!!?? The guy who weighed me looks at me and says in his best chipper voice - 'Well that's 3.5 lbs from last week. Good job!' But there I am, looking at him, blank stare. I'm still registering this like what the fuck? Motherfucker! My home scale said I was down into the 170's and I was POSITIVE I dropped even more weight since THAT day. Ok....fuck it.
I'm over it already. Its just a sign that I need to stay on track and be extra diligent in sticking to the diet plan and fitness routine. Yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday, and the day before was Mandy's house-warming party. I KNOW I didn't exactly track every calorie and I'm positive I didn't get nearly my required amount of water.
Ok - yeah. I'm over it. Next weigh in is going to blow me away. I've got this!
I wanna be skinny for Florida. I wanna be thin for Rachel's 21st birthday. I just wanna not be tired all the time and fit into my cute clothes again. Ok.... enough ranting.
On another note, all last week was a bit drama filled for new neighbor and friend Mandy. She's been seeing a guy for the better half of 3 years. Ok - Nothing 'better' about it. He's such a douche bag! I've only met him about 4-5 times. I liked her a lot and wanted to find something good in this guy. She said he treats her very well and sex is amazing. (Not bad qualities). It was just that he was still married. Uh oh. I still didn't jump into judge-mode. I mean, hey...I do get it with some people. But um..... 3 years and no divorce? Now I'm in full on shit-or-get-off-the-pot judgement!
I started asking questions. I think she finally felt comfortable opening up to me in the past couple of weeks, because she would vent only when he would do something stupid. Which was every day last week. I was starting to think she was embellishing her fights in her favor. She said he would tell her things like she wasn't even being a responsible adult. He got mad that I helped to clean her house. He told her there was no excuse for the amount of laundry and stuff that became piled up. Honestly, there was a reason..not an excuse. She was injured about 2 months ago in a car accident and has a brace on her left leg. She works two jobs. But her week job requires her to be up and out the house with her 5 year old son, by 5am. Then she doesn't get home til about 7pm! She literally gets about 2 hours every night to do housework - which I'm sure is the last thing she feels like doing.
Ok - so without getting into all the douchey douchiness he has been doing in the past two weeks, I finally started believing she was telling me the 100% truth. Because she finally broke up with him yesterday. They have broken up many times and once since I've known her. Somehow, though, I don't think they are getting back together this time.
Now she's working on getting a better job too. The stuff she was telling us about her job makes me want to scream QUIT and become my full-time nanny. Jesus! She works for such an asshole. She has WAY too many negative men in her life and she's only 28. I just don't know how that can happen. Then I look at my own kids and think, wow. I better start cracking down on them a little bit harder or this could be them. So...that's about it. I've had enough drama. I just want to coast this week out with nobody around me getting mad, upset, depressed.... just happy happy happy!
11:37 a.m. - 2016-02-08
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