This week sucked. Not going to lie.
Despite having all of you tweet me or text me or call me to encourage me to get up off the couch and drink more water, it got away from me.
And before I realized it, it’s Sunday and I’m weighing in and seeing I gained. Three freaking pounds.
My luck has run out, as far as weight loss goes. I can’t shimmy along and not put any work in and expect results.
So I’m picking myself up, dusting myself off and starting all over again. I’m cleaning all the junk out of or cabinets. I’m getting everyone in my house to quit smoking. I’m banning soda altogether because it’s just too easy when some people in my house are drinking a liter a day. (not me)
And I’m moving my butt. The couch is not my friend.