So I stepped on the scale the other day, and I've officially lost over 20 pounds! 21.4, to be exact. I'm pretty excited.

The great thing is that my body feels like it's lost more than 20 pounds. I think it's because usually when I lose weight, I either diet and don't workout (stupid HCG..), or strictly do elliptical. This time I'm challenging my body with exercises that tone, shape, and focus on my core.

I decided about 5 minutes ago that I'm going to try and wake up earlier than ten minutes before I have to leave for work (I know, I'm pathetic), and go for a 20 minute walk/jog in addition to my evening work out. I'm generally very cranky in the morning, and I'm thinking that waking up with a work out could not only help with that, but boost my metabolism throughout the day, and of course, burn more calories than I already am. Plus, on days that I'm super busy and don't make it to the gym in the evening, at least I know I did SOMETHING and can feel good about it.

I'm thinking about buying myself a beach crusier, too. The weather in Arizona right now is SO PERFECT, and gas is so high, that it's a shame not to own one.

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Anyway. Exercise is making me feel happy. And that is the best. :)

No scale!

Guys, I'm the worst blogger ever.

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to try NOT weighing myself. I've heard from different people that if you stress to much about losing weight, it could affect it. And I STRESSED. Every Saturday morning when I knew I had to weigh myself, my bathroom was anxiety attack central.

So I thought I'd give not weighing myself a shot, and go off of how I feel.

That lasted about a week, and then I decided to step on the scale.

IT WAS BROKEN.

So I guess by default, I'm not going to weigh myself for a while, and we'll see how that goes.

I've been so lazy with my eating lately. I make the excuse that I don't have time to cook chicken and broccoli, so I eat something else (generally not bad, but worse than what I should eat to lose weight), knowing that my excuse is just BS.


The good news is that I do feel better. I feel cuter, and have even gotten hit on a couple of times. (If that doesn't send your self esteem through the roof,  I don't know what does.)

I'm sure I'll get a new scale and weigh myself soon. But hopefully I can drop a few more pounds until then without the stress of the scale.