I was nervous when I stepped on the scale this morning. I clearly haven't been doing it right, though I have eaten better. I keep thinking I'm going to turn on a show and get on the elliptical. The problem I'm having with that is that I've come to a point in Sons of Anarchy where I don't want to go farther. I know that in the next episode, my favorite character is going to die. No spoilers, but if you've seen the show, you probably know where I am. Do you think I'll burn more calories if I'm exercising and ugly crying at the same time? I've been putting it off for a week, so today is the day. I'm sad just thinking about it.
Now back to that scale. Ya'll, I lost almost a pound. I cannot believe it. I know it doesn't sound like much, but when you haven't seen the number go down in a long time, it's pretty exciting. Physical evidence that I have been doing at least a little something right! Putting broccoli and kale into smoothies instead of eating a Pop Tart for breakfast has paid off. Now to keep doing it. And go exercise. If anyone hears sobbing, it's just me mourning the loss of a fictional character that I've become entirely too attached to. But at least I'll be exercising.
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