Monday, December 6, 2010
My dog is on a suicide mission...
More on that later.
First let me start by saying I am over the moon about losing 4.6 pounds this week, I am legitimately stoked, but dammit if I still don't weight 270.3 pounds! WTF!?! Those 270s are taunting me, saying, "Ha! We are STILL holding you captive for one more week." Bastards. Oh well, I am so proud of myself, and I am definitely on track for my first goal of 15 pounds by Christmas, and my "reach for the stars" goal of 20 pounds by New Year's Day. Fingers crossed people, fingers crossed, afterall if I meet this 20 pound goal, it will be the lightest I have been in a at least five years, and certainly the lightest I have been for the START of my obligatory New Year's resolution of losing weight. I will note that Weight Watchers is starting to piss me off, this little gem to the right is their "words of encouragement" for this week, when am I going to get just a "good job."
For your reading pleasure I am going to share with you a story
about our sweet, "little" angel Reese.
Labels:
270s,
dumb dog,
poop,
urban decay,
weight loss,
weight watchers
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