Dawn's Digression.

My fat ass didn't lose a single pound this week. Not one! I lost seven pounds in two weeks, and now...nothing. I'm pissed. I've been working out 4-5 times a week, and following my meal plan. When I used to eat whatever I wanted I didn't gain weight every week, so why didn't I lose even ONE stinking pound? Not fair. My friend at work said maybe it is because I don't drink water like I should. I hate when people are right.

I am super-mega busy this weekend, and not happy with it. I hate having plans all 3 days. Hate it. But at least it keeps me busy, I suppose. Out of trouble. Like I'm ever in trouble.

I think I got hit on at the gym the other day. Or maybe he was just being nice. But I'm going to go with "I got hit on", just because it makes me feel good about myself. He helped me use a machine better. I was making an ass of myself, as usual...he said he was going to be my 'cheerleader' as I completed my last set, which meant I really had to try. Which I suppose was good for me, because I was sore for two days afterwards.