For the past 2 weeks I've been on the Fail Train when it comes to working out. We've had a lot of upheaval here and I've been getting over my horrid dry socket from having my wisdom teeth pulled.
Is that enough excuses? I'm going to move on now.
I decided to do a mini weigh-in at my sisters house on the 4th. There is no scale in my house, I've always felt that a scale was a scary thing that didn't belong in my inner sanctum, staring at me and mocking me with ever Hostess cake I consume. I was expecting to see absolutely no change from my weigh-in a month ago, imagine my surprise when the scale claimed that I had lost 6 whole pounds! WOOHOOO!!
That was the lovely kick in the ass that I needed to get over my throbbing pain and work out. I worked out Friday and Sunday and managed to weigh myself at the gym where I had initially gotten my weight. I was shocked when the gym scale gave me a 9 pound weight loss.
Shock me, shock me, shock me! I'm actually losing weight. O_o
