This morning the scale said 178.5. I've been working on this for six weeks and I finally get a loss-- and today is Cheat Day, combined with 300 miles of driving + not much exercise = shoot. My best friend lost her mom unexpectedly. She needed me to drive her to Columbia and then BWI which with the return trip amounted to about 6 hours of driving time. I was glad to go, you want to do something dramatically helpful under these circumstances, but I missed my exercise. I wish they would invent a pedal car option, with speed. Or a tank that could suck fat directly from your thighs. Speaking of which, in the Woot category, I offer the following:
Thighs R a Good Thing
Next will be a study proving that homemade apple pie improves triglycerides and reduces the appearance of spider veins.
PS I never posted about my conclusion about the Concerta experiment. Don't think it's going to work out between us. One day of concentration + concerted, fairly useful activity followed by two days of feeling trashed, like I'm a four-cylinder engine that somebody's tried to street-race. Darn. Have to stick with iced tea.
PPS I don't think I even want to weigh tomorrow. I'll be so bummed. I could have laid off Cheat Day but I delayed for the Labor Day picnic and everything. Hopefully with helpful behavior on my part I'll see the 170s again soon.