Woo hoo! .4 today: so-so. I'll take it, though. I've reached that point again where I have the weird, shooting pains when I take a step (not every time!). That, my young friend, is caused my weight being lost faster than the muscles can adapt. It causes a lack of support (or something), hence the pain. The body does adjust, the muscles shrink, but it does take a little while. Clearly, it's a problem I can live with, knowing both its origin and its short duration.
14# this round. 2.4# above Decade of Z. Will I make it in time? Uh...no. Tomorrow is my LIW. But I'll get there. There's a chance I'll make it to the vaunted 15#. It does seem the weight loss is a consistent 5# per week, whether it's the long program or short.
Oh, man. Mark is making breakfast and the scents wafting into the bedroom are...unpleasant. Last night had a bbq at my dad's house. They had huge steaks, artisan bread slathered in butter, and heaping bowls of fruit salad. I had a couple of ounces of plain chicken, romaine lettuce, and cucumber (no dressing). While I'm never really tempted to say "screw it" and dive in, I still long for this to be over.
BBQ here tomorrow. I'm making strawberry shortcake as my contribution. Good sport or chump? You make the call.
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