Where’s My Mark Darcy?
Up 4 lbs. this week. This blog is kind of like a diary, right? So can you feel the Bridget Jones vibe? I’m feeling it…only I’m not British, I’m Mexican and I don’t have a tall, gorgeous Englishman who’s in love with me.
I shouldn’t be so shocked – I mean I knew I’d eaten poorly this week but 4 lbs? I swear I couldn’t hear a thing today during the WW meeting. It was all drowned out by imaginary oinks and pig squeals.
I’ve got to get back on track. Fortunately the weather looks like it might be a little cooler in the near future so I can start my wogging (walk/jog combination) again.
During the 106 degree days we had last month, I went to a water aerobics class offered by the city. Athough most of my classmates were geriatric and got in and out of the pool using the hydraulic chair, it was a workout of some kind and I did see some results in my arms.
I’ve got to find the motivation again. If I could only figure out how to bottle up and store that feeling for when it runs out, I’d be a rich woman.
The only thing is the State Fair is looming in the horizon. I’ve got to lose some weight before then so I can enjoy my fall eating frenzy.
