Well, I'm not doing so hot and the timeline just got shorter.
First, after a week of good effort I hadn't lost any weight. I know that plateaus happen (I've experienced them), but they still suck. I weighed in at a flat 183.6 on Friday morning.
And then I took off for Santa Barbara and attempted to pickle myself in tequilla for two days. Oops. So much for sticking to my weight watchers allowance. Don't know how much I weigh now (no scale in the hotel, shucks) but I bet it aint pretty.
But OK, I still have two and a half months to lose the weight, right? Wrong again. Due to my stupid self-inflicted schedule, I have to do the dress fitting on August 11th -- more than a month before the wedding. The lady at the shop says I'll need to be very close to my day-of weight by then for them to properly do the alterations.
Eff.
The time pressure may be a good thing, I suppose. I can't think of anything else that would convince me to go out running in this heat. Approximate temp in KC right now is 475 degrees.
What I really need is a tapeworm -- anyone know where I can get one?
I am SOOOO tired of being fat.
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