I hate bob Harper

I just completed the biggest loser cardio max level one workout.  That sucked. The entire time my knees are hurting and I'm sweating and panting like a 2 pack a day smoker (which I use to be) I chanted in my head "115". 

The goal weight.  

I can do this.  

I believe I will take my cue from lapbandgal, regarding not counting exercise into my daily caloric goals.  That becomes a bit of a minefield for me.  7 years ago I got down to 150 pounds by making sure my in column matched my out column.  The obsessiveness that came with that was miserable and maddening.  I also do not want to fall into the trap that, by working out, I deserve more calories.   

I hopped on the scale today. It was a good number. I know it doesn't count because its not Wednesday, but the numbers are heading in the right direction.  Today I need to run errands. Go grocery shopping.  Get gas. Meet a friend for coffee.

It seems that I have been able to change all my big birthday dinners into smaller, more manageable feats. Like coffee (ill have the desert lime tea, thank you).  And places where I can get something light. I warned my co workers on Saturday to please not order me lunch. And that I will bring the cake. 

This year I am bringing the cake to all my functions.  There will only be one cake that should last 5 days and that my coworker Mona will take home on Saturday.  That way I can control how much leftovers are in the house and way to get rid of them.  I Also plan to post here more often this week to keep myself accountable.  

My other goal this week is to hang out with bob every morning til I go back to work on Saturday.  Maybe I will learn to love him.