Well, I’m certain that none of you are surprised that I didn’t do any exercise this week. Between the tailbone injury, menstruating, Clark up at night, and finally getting sick, I didn’t have a break. I ate ok though.

I’m starting to feel the pressure. At our last monthly meeting (with Katie and Gayle) I said that I wanted to lose 4 pounds before our meeting in March. Of course, I don’t remember what I weighed that day, but I think it was 228 and something. So I’d need to be 224 and something, which I haven’t been in a long time. This morning, I was 227.2.

Three pounds.

Can I lose three pounds in, what, a couple of weeks? No.

I mean, I probably could, but it seems silly of me to even consider it since I’ve been trying to lose weight for two months now and have lost a whopping 2.6 pounds. And that’s on a good day.

Pout. Stomp. Stomp harder. Flail arms. Glower.

Sigh.

I’m going to make a shake for breakfast and knit something.