So…things are going well. I’m just living life as usual. Working out, trying to stick to eating fresh foods, etc. I’m pretty fed up with the scale though. I mean…I’m losing inches, I feel thinner, sleeker, and more confident in public. But that god damn scale is not. budging. So…I’m not going to weigh myself for a very long time. I’m doing too well to be brought down by a fucking number.
However. I will be making some more dietary changes, and I’m still trying to get myself out there for that extra day of exercise during the week. Take that, fat.
I’m finally comfortable in my exercise clothing. I really like my capris. They are form fitting, but they don’t, like, contour to every single fat roll. It doesn’t matter anyway because my shirt is long enough so all that doesn’t show. LOL. Honestly, I’ll probably need new clothes in the next couple of months if my inch-loss continues the way it has.
Maybe that’s wishful thinking.
At any rate… things are good. Just trying to stick with what I’m doing while adding new things to the routine.
I had a rough week last week, though. No motivation to do anything, or stick with anything…basically…bad attitude all around. But, things are better and I’m getting excited again to keep exercising and move things up a notch. 
