5 pounds. I’ve lost 5 pounds since the week of February 10th. I just looked back at my planner, and there it was. I weighed 5 pounds more that week.
If I lost a pound a week for the next – oh, let’s say the next 26 weeks – I would be at a comfortable weight. But even if I don’t lose any more weight, I’m 5 pounds lighter than I was.
I’ve done a little bit better on movement this week – walked more, made sure I took more breaks from sitting at my computer.
Other than that, it’s pretty much the same ole-same ole around her. (Ok, that phrase, particularly in writing, makes me giggle. Is it Southern or do Northerners say it too?) We were supposed to close on our house today, but that’s not happening, for reasons that are incomprehensible to me. It’s through no fault of ours – our stuff is all together. And seriously, the reason they give doesn’t make a bit of sense. (I almost said “a lick of sense” but that was a bit too “country” even for me.)
Anyhow, it’s not the first time in this process that things have not made sense. I woke up at what seems to be my usual 3 a.m. wondering if maybe it’s the wrong house after all and we should just walk away from it. We could do that right now, and just keep looking. It has some problems. Sigh… but the location is really good. And even though it’s turned out to need some work, we’re getting it for significantly less than it appraised for. And…
Ok, I can torture myself with that back-and-forth debate for a long time. Enough already. This is, after all, supposed to be a blog about BDSM. Or kink. Or something like that. Not a bunch of boring, banal bullshit.
Five pounds. Five pounds down, 25 to go…