My weekly fatblogging report.
The last couple of weeks were very hard, especially with a new baby in the house. Traveling back and forth to hospital, working from home, late nights - all very conducive to snacking, and the ease of getting a Wendys meal or a Dunkin Donut, or just kicking back with a beer. Which is why I didn't even weigh myself last week. But it's tame to face the awful truth....
Actually, I guess it's not that bad. I still managed to lose weight, after all, even if the line did veer over above the ideal line. But I'm ashamed to admit it's mainly due to the fact that I denied myself lunch for most of this week as a punishment.
I've noticed my 36 waist Levi's now fit comfortably rather than snugly, so that's a definite good sign. I'm beginning to have some doubts about whether or not I'll make it to the finish line as my resolve is breaking a little (not helped by there being no comments for people to call me a fat git) but let's see how far I can go before I wrap it up.
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