I don't know if I have lost any weight yet... I hesitate to weigh myself until the official weighin day. Part of me wants to be plesantly suprised at the number I see because of my hard work this week. Part of me doesn't want to worry about the ups and downs that come with weighing multiple times a week. Maybe I'll weigh myself tomorrow just to get an idea how things are going. Maybe not. I have to do the official weighin on Saturday so maybe I'll just hold off. Honestly... why all these words about the scale?! Oh yes, it's the best measure of my success or failure. I know some people like to go by inches and measure themselves 12 ways to Sunday with a tape measure, but honestly... I want to weigh less. This is not some final tweaking stage I am in, where I should just shift fat to muscle. Nope. I need to be lighter. Less flab. Period. Wow. This blog post was really boring. Sorry!
P.S. I just had a minor surgery on my shoulder yesterday to remove a mole. They took a chunk and I was feeling a bit bad for myself that I was sitting in the cafe at the gym drinking black coffee and surfing facebook instead of working out until my sister so aptly pointed out, "sitting and relaxing is better than sitting and eating". Truth. I need more sitting and relaxing in my life!