Expecting a Miracle (?)

I insisted that my roommate take more pictures of me after two weeks of working out. I was down 4 pounds, you know? I expected a difference. Well, the only difference between the two pictures was my hair style. I don't fit into any of my clothes better and some Large sizes at the stores are still too small. I expected a miracle.

I did weigh myself today and I was down to 190.6! 5 pounds in 2.5 weeks? Not too shabby. I know I can do better though. This weekend was kind of a downer and I didn't work out too much. I didn't feel well for a few days. But I also ate fried chicken, creamed corn, biscuits, mashed potatoes with gravy, brownies, etc. Maybe it was comfort food after I got into a car accident on Friday (long story, my fault, no one was hurt, bumper to bumper. But I still have to go to court).

I swear, working out has made the difference. Maybe it really IS easy for me to lose weight. I can't complain too much - my poor mom is on workout day number 290 or something close to that and her skirt that was tight before is still tight. My mom already looks wonderful and doesn't need to lose weight, but wouldn't that be a downer? I would just give up. But my mom is great and wonderful and everything else that is good and I know that she will keep going. Don't be like this lady (even though I'm sure you feel like it sometimes):