Outnumbered Two to One

Week 3.

Three weeks.

A three week membership in on line support group for lazing bloggers who want to get healthy. Folks who want toned buns and tight abs and beer can crushing biceps.

I’m talking about club Half as Small as You, headed by the tirelessly enthusiastic and occasionally pushy Casey.  Sounds like a recipe for success to me.

You’d expect I’d have made some progress there, right? I mean, a truly dedicated dieter and fitness follower would have been improving in leaps, bounds and walking lunges, right? Boasting about how the fat was just melting away and leaving creepy little puddles on the floor for the dogs to lap up?

Did I just take it to far?

I am not a success story. No bragging rights in these here parts. I didn’t even bother charting my calories this week. Instead, with all the Halloween hoopla, I gorged. And gorged. And gorged some more.

I did exercise once and likewise went on a single brisk walk with my husband, two dogs and a kid in a stroller.

Did I mention the cookies? Better to overlook the cookies.

The good news is, I’ve maintained last week’s two pound deficit, and this week I’m back on the horse, or in the saddle, or pedaling the stationary bike, or whatever. A little back sliding is okay, but there’s no quitting in HAYSAY. Excuses I’ve got in droves, but quitting is not in my dictionary… although I was able to find it in the thesaurus.

I  even managed to run a little today. Running feels kind of bad, actually. Walking is better, I’d imagine getting pushed around in a jogging stroller probably tops that, but I don’t think my husband would approve of pushing me through the neighborhood. I logged my trail at Map My Run and was surprised to find we’d trekked a good 2.5 miles.

I wonder how many 100 grand bars that cancels out.

Go check out Steenky Bee ’s guest post at HASAY , you might just be inspired to join in the slacking weight loss fun.

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