The other day I was talking to my sister about our efforts to lose weight. I don’t get it, I said. Since I started working I am moving all day long – usually eight hour shifts 3-4 times a week and only sitting long enough to eat and then I’m back up again. And by eat I mean a salad. Granola bars or fruit for a snack. Healthy dinner. No wine. Oh wine, I miss thee so. For three days I was looking at a bowl full of Dove chocolates at the register and I never had a single one.
And nothing. The same two pound fluctuation. If only it was three pounds then maybe I’d feel encouraged and keep eating those salads.
While I was at it, what about this blog? I’ve been stuck at 42 followers forever and how do I crack that nut? Will it ever inch up?
Two days later, I weighed myself. There was a THREE pound weight loss and #43 started following me. Yesterday in the mail came a pair of antlers from my brother and his wife who went over the river and through the woods to find it for me.
The whole month of November is double discount for employees at the store. I need money.
A lot more money.