Then, I inhaled again. Pulling the top of the pants together towards the clasp. Brace yourself Kerrie... (wah wah wah wah) Only about an inch away the material no longer gave way. My hands stopped... leaving a hint of my belly button and stretch marks left out for the world to see. INCHES AWAY!!! Excitement for progress, but disappointment for the need to keep pushing. 40 pounds is a lot of weight lost, but I still want to meet my goal.
So... after an inspirational mother daughter chat from the mom whose lost oodles on Weight Watchers, I've decided to detox a little. For the next 48 hours, no carbs. I'll enjoy a weekend of festivities with my usual points but then next Monday-Friday leading up to my birthday.. no carbs again. Come Sunday, I want to bring a pair of pants with me to my Chicago trip and I want to wake up and fit into those pants. An inch or two in 11 days? I think it can be done...
I am also adding a regime of ab/core exercises to tighten up my "muffin top". Some old soccer exercises, the old AB ball and some weights. Maybe a Jillian workout.. anything to get me there. I really want to meet this goal and it's crunch time... literally and figuratively...
HERE'S TO GETTING MY PANTS BACK ON!
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