I wish I could report a dramatic weigh loss yesterday, but no. You’d think after walking 100 miles at Disneyland , I would have shed a million pounds. Maybe ’cause when I was walking I was eating fudge with Kayla. I didn’t get the chance to walk on my treadmill last week.
My deadline is hanging over my head this week so I don’t have much extra time. No excuse . . . but I can’t see putting in an hour walking when I can use that time to write 5 pages. We did walk the doggies last night for two miles so that should be good for something. Anyway, I’m maintaining at 9 pounds lost–which is better, I guess, than reporting a gain.