I was not — at all — happy when I stepped on the scale this morning. “How can this be right?” I asked, loudly, staring at the number.
I walked to and from work yesterday. To work was two miles, which I walked in an impressive thirty minutes. Walking from work, I took an alternate route: up Massachusetts Avenue, then east to home. It’s an additional mile from my normal route, and it’s almost all uphill. I did not work on Saturday, but I walked to Politics and Prose and back that afternoon: it’s 2.1 miles each way.
Friday, of course, I walked to Friendship Heights: 3.3 miles. I was lazy, and I did take the bus home after work, which I also did Monday and Tuesday.
I did not lose weight this week: I gained two and a half pounds back from last week.
It’s a month until my sister’s wedding. At 243 pounds this morning, I’ve got 14 lbs to drop in the next four weeks.
I can do it. Right?