It's Weigh-in Saturday. You know the day right before Pig-Out Sunday. HA!
Down again, only 1.5 pounds, making my total 8 pounds and some ounces. And thinking in terms of butter, you lay out 32 sticks of butter, and it looks pretty impressive to think I melted that off.
I wish it came off faster, but I am happy it is coming off at all....I would sure hate to go there, have them say "Well, you gained this week lard-butt. That will be twelve dollars."
I wonder how those stupid movie stars do it. You see them pregnant, and two weeks later, they are on the cover of Vogue in a string bikini.
Photoshop can only do so much.
But I guess it helps to have a cook, personal trainer, nanny, cleaning lady and be married to Brad Pitt.
I guess I would have enough time then, with the first three and I could definitely think of cardiovascular activities to do with the last one.
I heard Brad likes jogging.