Crunch time, people, in every sense of the word. I lost a whole pound this week, instead of just a half. Woo-hoo. But, considering the weekend of celebrating Radar's birthday like it was my own, I think losing a pound is not too shabby.I wonder if the boys at the gym realize that Week 8 of the Biggest Loser contest, the final week, is Thanksgiving: only the biggest food-oriented holiday of the year. I think it's some sort of cruel joke.
Oh, well. As they say, and I hate it when "they" say it, I have to keep doing what I'm doing and not be so impatient. It is a slow process but if I keep going I know I'll see results.
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When you think about it just about every month except August and June has a food holiday - if April gets Easter then March still has St. Patrick's day with all those green-frosted cakes and cookies.
Well, you're right. There's always another reason to celebrate with food.
Incidentally, I looked a little closer at the calendar and turns out my Week 8 is actually the final weigh-in week, BEFORE the actual holiday. Whew!
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