Remember when I told you how shitty my Friday was? Well, my weekend went all fine and dandy then Monday decided to show up and barf all over my happy little rainbow of fun. I even forgot one sneaker yesterday morning so I had to work out in my socks. Who forgets just one shoe? Me. That's who. Luckily, the Zumba class I'm taking is held here at work and is all ladies so no one really cared that I was shaking my ass with no shoes on. You better bet I shook my ass and looked like a damn fool doing it too, a dancer I am not.
The only plus to yesterday was that I've lost four pounds this week. It's a small accomplishment but a start nonetheless. I don't really have a goal for my new healthy eating but I know that my pants don't fit and I can't afford to buy new ones. So there's that... and the two new bathing suits I ordered from Victoria's Secret are a little extra motivation too.
Seeing that number slowwwwlllyyy go down gives me the oomph to keep going and keep it up no matter how much I want a damn Twinkie. The hubs even tried to tell me they now have nuts in them so I wouldn't want one, nice try Kevin.
I do have to give it to him, the guy know how to cheer me up. When I came home from work on Friday and laid down on the couch for a few minutes, he changed the television to Say Yes to the Dress and let me watch it for the rest of the evening. Then last night, when I was still being a capital B, he turned on The Office.
He sure knows the way to my heart, pointless and mind numbing television.