DD has been on her low-carb diet for several weeks now. She has been absolutely vigilant about what she will and will not eat. She has not lapsed once – except for that drinking binge that one weekend. (Hey, she’s 23 and she wasn’t driving, so who cares?)
She has not lost a single pound. Or a kilo. Or even an ounce or a gramme. Nothing. Nada.
She is not happy about that.
However, she has lost many inches. And many centimetres. It’s very noticeable that she has trimmed down quite a lot. Her clothes are fitting much more loosely. She is now hitching up her belts on a different hole. She is doing up her bra on the innermost hook. She is looking forward to buying new, smaller clothes this fall.
She is very happy about that.
She continues her thrice-weekly workouts at the gym and has signed up for a core strength class at her college next week. She is feeling healthy and pretty good about her success.
So, yay DD! I’m so proud of you, bébé!
What? Oh – me? How is my own fitness regime going?
Well, I still can’t quite do an effing man push-up. I simply can’t believe that all that drinking in Vegas last week didn’t help. I was so sure it would.