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It feels good to make good choices. When my fiance eats a big, cheesy, yummy-smelling cheeseburger and I eat my chicken salad like a good girl, it gives me this smug sense of satisfaction to know that I made a good choice. Although I’d love to have him join me in this journey. So…

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I gave him a challenge. He’s going to weigh in the morning (the 28th). Then he’s going to cut out ALL sodas and sweetened drinks for the next 10 days. On Monday, August 7, he’ll weigh again, and we’ll see how much weight he’s lost. I lost 6 pounds when I quit, and it’s what gave me the jump-start and made me feel great about losing weight.

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I’m excited to see what his results are, and I feel confident that he’s going to impress himself. I think that if he could lose several pounds over a few days, that he will feel motivated to join me, and keep up his progress. (I’m a sneaky one, eh?)

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Anyway, I’ve been adding a little bit of abdominal exercises in the late evenings, just before bed. My belly is soft and (I hate this word) flabby, but I do have some abdominal muscles under there. I can whip out 4 reps of 25 crunches with no problem. My obliques are a little weak, and can do 2 reps of 20 on each side before I start feeling as if death is imminent. (Yeah, I exaggerate a little.)

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I still (STILL!!) haven’t gotten my elliptical, so I’ve been having to use the stepper. Don’t get me wrong, I love that I have equipment, but I get a little burned out using the same thing every day. And my new treadmill…it’s in the garage…unused. Shame! It likely won’t get used any time before Sunday, either. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays are my busiest days.

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Speaking of Saturday. I’m going this Saturday to the YMCA to see about joining. I love working out at home, but I think it would be really fun and highly motivating to do some classes with a group. We’re on a pretty tight budget right now, so I’m hoping that they have some decent rates. Maybe a family plan would save us some money in the long run.

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Just one hour until it’s time to go home, and I’m so ready. For some reason this day has seemed exceptionally long. Tomorrow is Friday though…and Fridays FLY BY! This week is almost over! YAY!

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On a personal note (I’m going to rant for a minute. And I’m going to hide it just in case he reads over my shoulder.) (Scroll over the text to read it.)

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I’m on my period and my breasts feel 10 times their normal size. My cramps are horrible, and ibuprofen isn’t doing a damn thing for me. I’m cranky and bitchy and moody, and I don’t want my fiance to even TOUCH me…and he says I’m just trying to be a bitch. At this point I’d trade him in for an armless and legless man…as long as he had a HEART! Men have no compassion. Grrrr!

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When I get off, I think I’m going to go home and take a nap for an hour. I think I deserve it.

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Happy Thursday Ladies!

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