Drats. It’s Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays now because it means the number on the scale counts. And today was depressing— just .5 down. YES, I know that’s a loss. But for all of the sweating and non-eating I’ve been trying to do it just seems so…..minimal.

However, a little loss is bigger than a little gain so I’ll take it. I was hoping for a bigger loss because I’m headed to NYC this weekend with the twin and my mom and aunt and I know the temptations are going to be large. Sigh, if I can make it through book club and not eating the delicious looking brie wrapped in puff pastry I guess I can make it through NYC without a monster bagel.

Here’s hoping at least. The BF’s parents come next weekend for the Superbowl (go Pats!) so I was also hoping to look noticeably different for them. When I ask the BF if I look different he says yes, but no one has said anything without a prompt. It’s getting frustrating but I did see something on Pinterest that seems about right:

Well said, Nike. But these first 4 weeks are frustrating! And 4 more before anyone else really notices??