Anyway, I hope everyone had a great Labor Day Weekend. Like I said, I worked on Saturday, until like 9 o'clock. So I only really 'celebrated' on Sunday. We went to the beach with one of my best friends to where my Aunt and Uncle were camping. It was a gorgeous day, and we drank lots of wine.
So now I'm combining so-what-Wednesday and weigh-in-Wednesday.
I posted last week that I had gained 5 pounds while Chris was here. Well, yesterday I weighed myself (but in the middle of the day which I know is a no-no for accuracy) and it was 5 pounds higher. I know it's probably innacurate because of water-weight that comes on throughout the day and goes away, and because I started my period so I'm like bloat city right now, but it was still very disheartening. BUT my mom's friend who hasn't seen me since before I started losing weight to begin with said I looked skinny yesterday. So I guess it's really only noticeable to me that I've fallen off the wagon and become a fat fatty again. Win?
Side note: One of my best friends I've known since middle school has always been heavier than me. She's also about 3 inches taller than me (like 6 feet tall). She's been heavy her whole life as far as I know, and at the beginning of the summer her boyfriend moved away for a few months for a job. She got all sad and stopped eating, and lost like 5 pounds. She basically used it as a starting point to keep losing weight and has been working out and dieting. She's lost like THIRTY POUNDS. WTF. SHE'S BEATING ME AND SHE'S BEEN DOING THIS FOR A FRACTION OF THE TIME I HAVE. Now I am aware that she has a lot more less to lose than I do, and it's kind of like on Biggest Loser when those very obese people drop 10 pounds in a week like it's no big deal, because their bodies are shocked and whatever else it the reasoning behind that. But she drinks beer (and I'm talking heavy microbrewery beer) all the time and doesn't necessarily have a great diet, so I just don't get it. It's disheartening to me even more. I know I sound like a horrible best friend. Sorry. I'm happy for her. But I just wish I had 1) the motivation she does and 2) whatever magic metabolism she apparently has all of a sudden that she's never had before.
Moving on. I started 30 Day Shred Yesterday. In my un-air-conditioned house which was about 85 degrees. I only thought I was going to pass out once, and only half-asses a couple times, but HOLY EFFIGN SHIT MY WHOLE BODY HURTS. LIKE EVERY MUSCLE IN MY BODY. Eff!
Which brings me to So-what-Wednesday!
So what if every muscle in my body feels like it's been put through a meat-grinder? I'm going to do 30DS again when I get home from work today.
So what if I'm going to put myself another $30-50 grand in debt by getting an MBA? I'm doing it anyway.
So what if summer's over? Newsflash people, I live in San Diego and it's still 85 and sunny every day. It better stay summer all year long here!!!
So what if the GMAT makes absolutely no sense and is completely irrelvant to business skills? I have to take it anyway and score well on it.
Straight from the Princeton Review's Guide to Cracking the GMAT, folks...
So what if my job gets boring sometimes and I have to sit in an hour of traffic each way to get here? I get nice things like free Chanel lipstick (full-sized samples) from fancy shmancy guests.
And finally...so what if Winnie got a haircut that's shorter than I wanted yesterday? She's still the cutest and sweetest puppy ever and now she can breathe in this 85 degree heat :)
Alright. That's all I got. Sorry there's no official before pics for 30DS. I went to take them last night (got all prettied up and everything) and realized my mom took my camera with her to a concert. So, stay tuned. Tomorrow will be the official post. Promise.