Banish the Baby Belly: Week Seven

You know, by the time I’d been doing this for six weeks, I thought for sure I’d have something momentous to report. Like, maybe a total loss of ten pounds or something?

Yeah. Apparently, in order to make that happen, you have to, I don’t know, actually try? Hard? Instead of engaging in the half-assedness I have been guilty of lately?

You’ve probably guessed this already, but I have nothing to report. No loss, no gain. So it could be worse. Could be better, though. I’ve lost a whopping four pounds in six weeks. Whoooooo. That’s not exactly fantastic.

I might be just be a tiny bit disappointed in myself, can you tell? At this rate, I will, in fact, end up seeing all my relatives at Christmas looking like I’m baking a baby. Which was cute last year. Not so much anymore (because I’m not preggers, you see. And, if I have anything to say about it, I will still not be preggers at Christmas).

In other news, a ladybug just fell into my coffee. That is so not cool.

Anywho, there’s nothing I can do but keep on keepin’ on.  So, exercise. I should do some of that this week. Definitely, for sure, I should do some of that. And brownies. I should stop eating those this week. That would probably be a good idea. Also, candy. I should actually give away all the Reese’s Peanut Butter cups tonight instead of hoarding them, as I usually do.

FYI: that last thing I said? Probably not going to happen. I luuuuuurve peanut butter cups. Love them. Those trick or treaters couldn’t possibly appreciate them the way I do. What? Yes, I know keeping the PBCs falls under the category of half-assed dieting. Sigh. Okay, fine, have it your way, maybe I’ll just keep a couple…

Happy Halloween, everyone! How did you do this week?

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