This afternoon was my 16-week weigh-in, the last with Jackie as my trainer. We were shooting for 50. ...Try 45, AGAIN.
Saturday morning I was down 48. It's unlikely I would put back on three pounds of fat in just two days, so some is probably water weight from the big holiday meal. Still, that feels like an excuse. I'm disappointed.
Jackie and I started working out together as pals on Saturday morning. She wants to make it a regular thing, and so do I! This coming Saturday we're meeting to run/walk the trail, and she wants to weigh in that morning and forget about this one. She says that will be the true four-month mark, and this was just 16 weeks. Barely any significance at all, right? ... By then the water weight situation will have righted itself, and I'll have five more workouts behind me.
So, new goal of Saturday, the four-month mark, to lose 50.
Sigh. I feel like a real suck-face. Should have said no to all that food.