week seven: not a blame game

wah wah.

My body hates me.

I worked harder this week than any other week.

And yet, I can only report that I am eight pounds down.
Yes, that is one pound up from last week.

 (and, honestly, a huge shock this morning.)

 

I could blame it on the Plum Thicket fried chicken special last week with my grandparents,

but I could also agrue I worked it off.

I could blame it on one too many drinks around the fire pit on Saturday,

but the girl time with old friends was good for my soul.

I could blame it on my left knee hurting and keeping me away from Jillian,

but the truth is I still cut a ton of calories this week.

I could blame it on the time of the month and being a bloaty mess...

but, I don't want to be full of excuses.
It is what it is, and I want to be honest.

I have been flirting with ten pounds for three weeks now.

I am now officially three weeks behind my schedule.

...but, I fit in those college jeans over the weekend.

Truth is, I feel great.

Too great to feel too sad about my number today.
I know sad. This isn't it.