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Note to self.. don't have a steak dinner at 9 pm to celebrate doing an awesome job until after weigh in. I still went from 210 to 206 in a week so I'm pretty happy. And.. I had a steak dinner all to myself after the kids went to sleep and the husband was off bowling somewhere. Technically I shared it with the dogs which I discovered can actually drool. Giant streams of drool... It was ok so long as I didn't look at them or make eye contact. Eye contact seemed to make more drool.
In the past week I started milking 3 days a week, walk with the gazelles at work 4 days a week, and eliminated sugar. There may be hope that I will eventually fit into my jeans before snow hits. The one pair I had left over from right after the boys were born that were big but not maternity has died. It's got a thigh hole. You cannot recover from a thigh hole. Before you know it you'll squat down for something and Ziiiip. You have a thigh/butt cheek hole. I'm putting them out of their misery and refusing to buy any more big jeans. I want my old jeans.
These are my ramblings before coffee during the kids morning wakeup whine. I am not responsible for anything I have said here.
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