Day 3: False Hopes?

I woke up feeling skinny this morning.  You know how that works, right?  You wake up, and the Fates decide to toy with your self esteem--for completely unknown reasons that have nothing to do with logic, you can feel a.) normal; b.) skinny; or c.) like you just consumed a deep-fried small child.  Thankfully, today was b.

So I got a little balls-y.

I got on the scale.  134.  I want to be very excited about this, but the scale has burned me in the past.  Like, for the entire past year.  I'll see progress, get excited, and then I'll wake up one day and inexplicably weigh 137 again.  I can't take that kind of relationship, Scale.  Don't play me like that.

So instead, I'm trying to focus on non-quantitative progress (on a blog called 130 by 30--I know, I recognize the ridiculousness of that).  We'll see how that goes.

No ice cream or donuts today (social or otherwise), but I did indulge on some honey roasted peanuts.  And by "some," I mean handful after handful as the Husband and I watched 4 episodes of Lost.  To be honest though, I still interpret the peanuts as less sinful than ice cream because it's found in nature.  Don't judge.