Well it's really just my Grandma wondering, but because I was all, "hey, guess what I'm doing", earlier this year I feel the need to keep an open account here.
dun dun dun dunnnnnn.
My first three weeks I lost about a pound each week. Then I went on this little thing called a "girls getaway" at the beach and gained 5 pounds. In four days. Oh yes, I know how to LIVE. IT. UP.
So I skipped weigh-in that week because I was ashamed. And this past week I only lost half of that weight gain, but decided to face the music and go back to weigh-in last night anyway. Soooo, I'm offcially up 2.4 pounds for a grand total loss since I started of... wait for it...
.6 pounds (that's point six). In 5 weeks. A-MAZing!
I came home a little down. And a little embarrassed. But then Russell watched American Idol with me and held my hand the entire hour-long episode, and went and got me a drink when I said I was sooooo thirsty, and took care of Blake when Cooper came out of his room begging for the love of mercy could we please control his monkey-attacking little brother because he was trying to go to sleep? (I paraphrase).
So I'm good now. And ready to try again, a little harder this time.