So bitching about my Christmas Weight a few weeks ago, must have done something. The only 2 things I've done differently are is go from 14 Diet Cokes a day to 3 (they are free at work, and I LOVE fountain soda). Really, all things in moderation. The other thing is up the running. Still my weight likes to hang on and then fall off in a chunk. Last week was a .1 or .2 loss. Not sure which. This week
And I don't do WW. I just pay them to enter my weight. I know I should cancel the damn subscription, especially since I HATE the new program. I just can't bring myself to do it.
Yesterday was a 3 mile run. I ran 1 mile (or 15 minutes) at a respectable (to me) 5.2 mph. I ran the rest at 4.7. I was worn out. I'm sure the woman next to me thought I was checking her out when I was doing my post-run walk. She looked just like D's cousin. So I kept staring. She told her friend I was staring. Oops.
And finally, McMenamin passed his tests! He has been accepted into daycare! I wasn't worried the way I was with Scuttlebutt (SB plays with his teeth showing), but still there is always that little bit of worry. Last night after getting home from daycare, he wasn't interested in anything but his bone. Perhaps it was because D cleaned all the tables, and there are now no remotes, shoes, or Garmins for him to eat (leaving me worried on what he'll get into today).