I think I need a new scale. Mine's wonky. You know, that's probably what's going on. I'm really still 135lbs but my scale has freaked out and it's possessed and it's trying to drive me insane.
Sounds plausible, right?
Sigh. I know, I know...
I was talking to mom yesterday and telling her about my sudden revelation that I must lose weight, pronto. I was trying to think of something to reward myself with - "If I lose 40lbs by January 1st, I get to buy my $200 Miz Mooz boots!" She liked that idea. But then boots aren't really a good skinny reward so I was at a loss. Mom said, "Do it for me! I can't lose 40lbs - I hate all that healthy shit you have to eat (I heart mom) - but you like that crap. So lose the weight for me!"
I said okay fine. "But if you die before January 1, all bets are off and I'm stuffing my face with chocolate." She said "That's fine".
So there's my motivation.
That, and I've recently had to buy bigger underware.
2 cups of coffee
2 pieces of french toast, complete with syrup*
1 Propel water
1 cup of hot green tea
1 salad with tons of veggies and 1 tablespoon of Annie's Goddess dressing
1 glass of white wine
2 fried, corn & bean w/lettuce tacos
5 VERY SMALL glasses of red wine** (along with three glasses of water)
* Because Todd made it from the leftover bread from last night. And it was totally worth it. And I left off the powdered sugar!
** I know that sounds like a lot, but it was between 7pm and 11pm and they were really small and I paced myself and I drank water and I'm not very drunk at all right now and Todd still likes me.
Running around the house, cleaning and straightening up