I forgot to put my fitbit on. I have one of the clip on ones, that look like this:
it’s currently sitting next to my bed.
G has one of the bracelet ones – and it’s causing me fitbit envy.
So I’m guessing I’m in the 6,000 step range, not enough, but it is the weekend. Part of my exercise was walking from one end of the mall to the other looking for a dress for a “Gala” dinner on Wednesday night. And if that experience wasn’t enough to encourage me to lose weight I’m not sure what would be. I got stuck, in a dress, in the change room. Awful.
Steps: Maybe 6,000? I’m about to go for a little walk around the compound now.
Water: I drank 4 huge glasses in a row when I woke up which I find really helps with not wanting too much for breakfast.
Fat Face Moment: There hasn’t been one yet.
Skinny Face Moment: G bought chocolate when we stopped for a coffee, I declined, declined!
How about you? How are you going?
I know, it’s been too long. Way too long.
I’ve been wanting to come back here for awhile but I just wanted to make sure I was serious about getting back into the losing weight thing before I made any grand statements. And I am serious, 4 kilos of serious – that’s how much I’ve lost in the past three weeks. Not super fast, but nice and steady.
How about you? Are you still keen to do this? Do you want to join in again. Shall we make a commitment to give this thing a go until June? That’s what I was thinking. Ten kilos gone by June.
So, the fitbit is back out, I’ve just purchased a brand new water bottle that is MINE MINE MINE and not to be shared, I’ve started kickboxing and joined swimming classes. The weight is slowly coming off and although my jeans are still tight I can see little tiny changes here and there. Come and join me.
Let’s do this!