That’s right. Losing Like a Boss. That’s my new nickname.
I walked into that meeting tonight with a belly full of dinner convinced that my Father’s Day splurge and–confession time–the ravenous eating frenzy called Tuesday–were the ruin of my week. I fully expected to have gained.
The nice lady behind the desk offered me some fruit, compliments of Penton’s Farm Market and I said, “No, thank you. I just ate.”
She looked at me all cock-eyed and said, “You just ate and you’re down?”
Then I looked at her all cock-eyed and said, “Excuse me? Did you just say I lost weight?”
Hells to the yeah, baby. THAT is losing like a boss if I’ve ever heard it!
To what do I owe this magical weight loss? I don’t know but I’m pinning my hopes and dreams to the exercise bike downstairs. I began my exercise journey with a wimpy half a mile twice a day. I am now up to a slightly less wimpy 1.6 miles twice a day with Tuesday this past week being my first 4 miles all in one day.
This weekend I plan on sending you my first Virtual Bike Adventure post celebrating my first few stops on my journey. Like a human Garmin, I’m recalculating my distances to include my hubby in my journey. He wanted me to take a ride to the steel plant where he works. I told him I would but ONLY if he was nice to the Mini Mama and didn’t do bad things to her like melt her down into a beam or something. I’d like to melt the pounds but not in a molten steel sort of way.
So keep your eyes peeled for the Mini Mama and, if you’re on a weight loss journey, keep your chin up. If I can incorporate the “e” word into my life this late in the game there is hope for anyone!
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