i just realized that i didn't do the scale thing this morning. it's customary for me to torture myself with daily numbers, i guess it slipped my mind this morning. i was all busy getting dressed. it's always hard to get dressed after watching project runway but lately my clothes situation bites. i'm at this stage where all of my clothes make me look fatter than i am. all of my walking and stepping has indeed eradicated my ass and it's not the promised land i was hoping for. now i'm just a chubby girl with no ass. getting what you ask for doesn't always make you happy.
and that's why i'm back to the drawing board and taking another look at diets. exercising day and night rocks, and i love it and i'm glad i got to know what my body can do, it's just not enough to give me what i want. i think the hardest part is getting to a place of contentment. i'm closer than i've ever been, but still not there. so i'm setting a ten pound goal. since i lost ten with the south beach thing, i'm going back there. two weeks starting monday. or as soon as it takes me to eat the market's worth of organic yogurt i bought this week (on-sale). waste not, want not.