Peppy

I have a friend, we'll call him Sonny. He's constantly giving me pep talks.

"You can do it Mycah."

"What's stopping you, but yourself?"

"I am sure you can find 30 minutes in your day to exercise."

Is he right? Of course.

But sometimes it's just funner to sit on the couch and watch "Wife Swap" sipping a nice, cold Coke.

I keep telling myself I will workout when I wake up at 630 to feed Will. But...I'm always too tired.

Then, I see a commercial, with a gorgeous woman, flat tummy and tiny waist.

I want to be healthy and cute again.

I just want it to happen on it's own.

I'll just have to muster up the energy and discipline to actually do it.

Oh...and I am giving myself REALISTIC goals.



Today's weight: 147. (Still better then when I started. Even if it is only three pounds)

Three weeks later?

Goal weight: 137

It's should be do-able, right? Right.

HCG

I've hit a plateau. Working again has drained me. I would rather sleep.

So, I remain 7 pounds lighter then before and 7 pounds closer to my goal.

I am glad I've been able to MAINTAIN the weight and not gain anymore. (The bad thing about having someone else cook for me. I don't get to munch and half fill myself on the food before I eat the meal in it's completeness.)

I have discovered a new diet I will be trying when I am finished nursing Will. It's the HCG diet and I hear it works wonders.

For now I'll try to talk myself out of napping and into working out more.