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| The first tiny stalk of asparagus has appeared … and there are LOTS more! |
Last Monday I had lost seven pounds in 13 1/2 weeks. Today it's TWELVE, making my average weekly loss about eight-tenths of a pound.
Five pounds in one week? That's crazy-scale right there.
But still, can I get a yee-haw on that? Or a hot-damn? You know, since I live in West Virginia and all. Seems more likely I'd hear "yee-haw" or "hot-damn" than "well done, old girl." Heh.
Last week wasn't especially remarkable. I stayed below my calorie goal by about the same number as most previous weeks. I walked 17 miles, not the shortest weekly distance, nor the longest, by any means. So this mundane, average week of calories in/calories out somehow resulted in a way better-than-average result.
I've made one dietary change, which I've promised myself not to write about for a month. But I only made that change on Saturday, which surely couldn't have made that big a difference today.
I kind of feel like Maria in The Sound of Music: "I must have done something gooooooood."
2 comments:
Wow, memories for me. My late hubby grew asparagus and it took a year or so for it to really grown well, but it was great. UNTIL he passed away and I had someone mow the lawn...and they cut it down with the mower. I wasn't too upset at first, but it NEVER grew back. I don't know why. We had it in the ground 4 or 5 years.
Congrats on the scale movement!!
Yay! Congratulations on the great loss. I hope the change you made Saturday turns out to be the permanent key to more steady weight loss. And, if so, that you'll definitely share it with all (both) of us!
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