Not much progress to speak of. I need to re-evaluate where I'm at based on Boyfriend's scale, either that or deal with having 2 scales in the tiny bathroom. I do like my scale better. But this past week I have been dealing with PMS. Yes, the dreaded PMS. I don't really get bloated or crampy. A little moodiness and everything else is in the chest. Yep, the twins. They swell and fill out and weigh a lot more, and hurt like heck so that I really don't want to exercise because then I need to either squish them in a sports bra or just deal with the jiggle. This is a time of the month when every bump in the road hurts, so never mind exercise. So walking with Boyfriend will be it.
Boyfriend does eat healthy, but he's been complaining a bit about my PMS because he is scarfing down chocolate at a rate that makes me jealous. But healthy eating has been on the menu. Last night we had chicken and broccoli. I'm missing the carbs, since I REALLY love pasta and rarely get sick of it, but I know this is good for me and I'll forgo pasta most of the time to achieve my goal.
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