2.4 BIG steps in the wrong direction...and a bunch of uphill steps in the right direction!

I know, I know, I know. I didn't post last week. There is a VERY good reason for that...I was chicken! I was so sad when I got on the scale and realized I had gained 2.4 pounds. It was totally NOT my fault. I am taking absolutely no responsibility! It was the cookie dough's fault! That's right, I had nothing to do with it. I had a little pity party and it was catered with cookie dough. That was a bad choice! So, to redeem myself, today I made a really good choice. I resumed my love/hate relationship with cardiac hill. It felt good, in a really out of breath, ready to have a heart attack kind of way.

It will come as a shock to most that I took Tinkerbell with me. Everyone who knows me knows that I can't stand that mutt, but I took her along as snake bait. I figured a rattler would rather go after a small, stupid, ugly dog than a chubby old lady. Lucky for Tink we didn't have to find out. I did have a pee your pants moment when this dumb lady walking two killing machines, a Doberman and a German Shepherd that were the size of medium sized horses, came around the other side of the hill. Her monstrous dogs were not on leashes and Tink is so seriously stupid that she will go after any dog of any size. Although Tink was on a leash, it took her half a second to squirm out of it and run up to the beasts. Thankfully the other dogs were a lot calmer than they appeared and they spared Tink's worthless little life.

The funny thing is that when I was walking Tink out to the car as we were leaving for the hill she had a look of complete fear on her face. I NEVER take that dog anywhere so I'm sure she thought she was headed to the sausage factory. Now that we're home, and she doesn't realize that she was serving the purpose of snake bait, she thinks I'm her best friend because I took her for a walk. She is following me everywhere. This is not going to work out for me. I have to find a way to take her but still convey that I can't stand her. I'll work on it.

So, I have to motivate myself to continue to hit the hill. I've come up with a hideous plan. If I don't walk up and down that blasted hill at least 20 times this week I'm going to post my weight on my Facebook. And trust me, people, that is NEVER going to happen. I will crawl up and down that monster if I have to, but I will not be posting those three ugly numbers on my Facebook. This should do the trick.

One last thing, I'm not doing this for anyone or anything but myself. This is totally and completely selfish! I am not doing this because we have a wedding coming up. I am not doing this because it's time to squeeze into a bathing suit. I am doing this for me. So I can feel better, mentally as much as physically. Purely selfish! I have got to continue to make these changes, and I will!