Turns out that whole excercize thing is the key. I had some meetings this week and of course all the usual snacks and over eating that go along with such endeavors. This included (but was not limited to) mounds of these incredible wings which instead of some sort of BBQ or Wing sauce had this candy coated syrup, and two huge chimichangas (and some flautas) at a local Mexican place. So how on earth did I end up 3 pounds lighter this morning? Running. While at the hotel I took advantage of the treadmill and ran at least 30 minutes each morning AND EACH NIGHT. Now, in the 10+ months I've been doing this I have never done a night work out until now, and I must say, not bad at all. As long as you don't have to be asleep within an hour after you finish, it's actually quite refreshing. Of course I also ate much better the rest of the week so it was only a couple days of indulging as opposed to constant slacking. The end result is that today I stand 8 pounds away from the 100 pound mark and ready to blow by it sometime in November (so I can start depression binging after the election). Hopefully next week I can make it two nice loses in a row instead of this 3 steps forward, 1 step back thing I seem to be doing. I just can't get passed the fact that even if you cut off my thumbs, I can still count the pounds I need to lose to hit my goal on the remaining fingers.
SOMEBODY THROW AN OCTOPUS ON THE ICE, IT'S GETTING CLOSE!