Yesterday’s starting weight: 216.2
Yesterday’s calories: 961
Yesterday’s exercise: 1959 steps. The walk was cut short because the dog was having poop issues.
Today’s weight: 215.4. This is a happy number. Just .6 from having lost 30 pounds. Come on, body. Help me out here.
Yesterday I did some chores, I did an article, I watched a movie off my list, and did some of my overdue reading. I felt like a functional human being.
Today I was supposed to do the 7 minute workout but my shoulder still hurts from the last time. I got my sleep almost completely fixed. On the agenda for today: do another article (because they still didn’t release me which is crazy frustrating), take a bath and fix my nails because I have PTA tonight.
The PTA is not my favorite thing but I do my duty. The people there have known each other for years and I’m new. They all live within a couple of blocks from the school but I live about 30 minutes away so I can’t get in as often as they do. As a result, I’m the perpetual outsider. I hate it. I keep chugging along, hoping that eventually they’ll accept me.