I’m (not surprisingly) up this week by 1.4 lbs.
I am ok with that.
It’s the week of the month where I tend to weigh heavier, plus I had some indulgences at the bar this weekend. Yes, it was light beer, but that doesn’t really make a huge difference when you drink six or seven of them. I had a blast though – either guys have gotten more aggressive or I am looking much better (duh, I wonder which one it is) because I haven’t gotten hit on as much in my entire life COMBINED as I did on Saturday night. It was a nice stroke for my ego even if it didn’t mean much – guys will just keep hitting till some girl lets one land at places like that.
I don’t want to discuss if I let one land or not. That would be embarrassing.
Moving right along, I’ve had a tough couple of days this week already. I’m still trying to deal with my maintenance freak out and I think I’ve gotten a better picture of why I’m so scared. I’ll get into it during my weekend post a bit further – I don’t love to discuss things until I’ve figured out exactly what my position is on it and I’m not quite there yet. I know that it seems silly and a bit…rude to freak out about something that’s such a positive thing.
I know that when I was just starting out, if I had read a blog where the author pitched a hissy fit over hitting their goal weight my thoughts would have gone something like this: “oh, boo hoo. Your wallet’s too small for your fifties and your diamond shoes are too tight? Poor thing“. Etcetera, etcetera. But I try really hard to be honest about where I am and what I’m doing on this blog. I’m sure I can’t be the only person losing weight to have ever experienced this and I’m sure I won’t be the last. It’s good to put how I’m feeling out there – it helps me to blurt it out and hopefully someone will read it and not feel like such a freak if they have these feelings.