Weighed myself. 136lbs. Hence the whoopsie. They have to make it official at work but let's face it, it's not dropping overnight.
I'm disappointed in myself for the result, and for the stupid mistakes that led to it. But I'm still happy to think of the few successes I had, whether it was getting to the gym when I didn't feel like it, making myself be resourceful with whatever was in the cupboard, or adding extra veggies to every meal.
I'm dog-sitting for a couple weeks. She's an older pup, but ADORES going for walks. She gets so excited that it gets me excited! Which is great for both of us! I've driven us to a few new locations and explored my surroundings on paths not normally tread. She gets new things to smell, I get some easy and enjoyable exercise. Still not enough to make me want to own a dog though. Too close to having a small child. That never gets any older. Or smarter. A little cuter though!
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