In our infinite—okay, nearly infinite—collective wisdom, we here at Five Full Plates have decided that as part of our endeavor we should do a weekly check-in to see where we’re all at, and what we’ve learned in the past week.
I don’t know if any of it will count as a Very Special Message, but feel free to imagine meaningful music in the background while you read.
As you may recall, we are not interested in actual numbers here at FFP. That’s humiliating, and like the good friends we are, we prefer to humiliate one another over things like dumb things we say or do, rather than on what a stupid scale says to us. Instead, we are each measuring in pounds lost, keeping in mind that the goal is losing 10 pounds and we are ladies so we are only discussing those 10 pounds.
With the first week completed, here’s how our plates currently stack up:
Joshilyn has lost a whopping 3.8 pounds! She says, “This week I have learned that working out 1.5 – 3 hours a day cures the living HELL out of insomnia. I fall onto my face and pass out for six hours at a stretch. Unprecedented! I also learned that working out 1.5 – 3 hours a day makes your butt hurt. You’re welcome.” (Indeed.)
Gray is still holding at 2.4 pounds down. This week she learned that you have to be VERY HUNGRY to still lose weight without exercising. (Here let us all do a special salute to the broken-toed who are nonetheless kicking some butt.)
Kira has lost 1.8 pounds. Her wisdom from this week is, “If you are PMSed and cranky and seriously carb craving, do not troll your favorite cooking sites and look at all the delicious food pictures and read the descriptions. Jerk.” (I always learn something from Kira.)
Lydia has lost 1.6 pounds so far, and she transmitted a complicated mathematical equation to sum up what she learned this week. Let me see if I can get it right. It’s something like SparkPeople(shrieky, invasive) < Livestrong.com(technological geekery) = Happier Lydia, I think. She can let me know if I got it wrong.
Mir (that’s me) was at 1.4 pounds lost at the one week mark, which I am totally blaming on water retention because I am a sore loser. This week I learned that it really is going to be hardest for me, obviously. Hmph. Just kidding. Really what I learned is that eating meatloaf for dinner and snacking on salty popcorn the night before weigh-in is stoopid. So.
One week down, nine to go. How did you do this past week? At the very least, please tell me I’m not the only one who gained a little back and desperately wished for a bathtub full of cookies in which to drown my sorrows….