9 pounds. That's pretty frickin amazing. Scale says: 151.0
WOOHOO! My jeans are falling off. The photographer from the networking event posted photos and I look so ugly. I mean, the photo is fine, but it doesn't recommend me at all. Whatever....those same jeans are the ones falling to the floor right now.
My measurements haven't changed much, other than that initial inch we kicked to the curb. I miss meat. I don't think eating healthy from now on will be a problem.
I'm feeling a bit tired, like I want to go hide under the covers. And after I prayed my way up two flights of stairs I was soooooooooooooo out of breath. But that's okay...I've lost 9 pounds dude. 9. That's like...almost 10.
Its effing amazing.
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