Hey loves
So I got a weight loss buddy.
She's a friend from school.
And we gave ourselves 100 days to get to the weight we want to be.
And the winner pays for Cesar salad and lemonade at the Queen.
Yes, I get that I'm not a dog and that I really really shouldn't reward myself with food, but I can't help it really. It gets me motivated.
Oh and at the moment she is 136lb with 172cm height and she wants to get to 122.
I'm sure she'll win, because my goal for May 24th (the end date of the challenge) is 130 from 156.
Oh, well. Participation matters, right?
Except, I don't really go for participation.
In order for me to win, I'd have to eat 700kcal a day.
With my two shakes at 350 that leaves me with 350 for the rest of the day.
I'm not sure if I can manage that for that long.
Oh, and another day my dad said something.
"Honey, you know I always tell you the truth?"
"Yeah, dad?"
"Well, you have a really pretty face
insert a grinning me but if you were 25lbs lighter M would chase after you, hell he might even break his neck"
insert a gaping fish face from me
Now, THAT's what I call one hell of a trigger, and he didn't even do it on purpose.
You have to love daddy, right?
It's another weigh-in day at the club tonight.
Dressed, after I ate, I am 155.6.
So that would be a 4.4 lb difference in 3 days if my Karma doesn't step in again.
I know she's a bitch, but hopefully she'll be sleeping tomorrow night or something like that.
Oh, and I'm going to Petnica science research center on Thursday.
So I might not be able to post until Monday.
Just letting you know.
Much love <3