Ok Ok, I'll admit it. I've been in denial about how fat I've gotten. I have a problem w/ foods. I think I have reverse anorexia.
Anyways, I came home from a vigorous boot camp work out, wherein I literally have to drag my tired ass up the front steps. PAIN, people! It's hurts. So I'm gulping down water like it's going out of style and SB grabs my buttocks and says "Whew! Yr tushie feels like a rock"
And at the end of a very long 8 weeks, I got re-measured. Bad news first, my boobs are still gigantic :( No change. Good news, lost everywhere else and my pants fit! I have cheated, stupid vending machine in the basement. I have a daily craving for peanut M&M's. Oh, and by the by, they have cherry M&M's now. Nothing like a high dose of red dye #5.
Also, I went from 6 push-ups to 24. And that's called progress.
Another 8 more weeks to go....