Finally! I finally lost a pound - the same pound I gained a few weeks ago. I'm back to where I was one month ago. So, 3 more pounds to go to meet my 25 pound goal. I plan to dust off the elliptical machine and get back on it this week - it's been horribly neglected the last few weeks.
I think I figured out why I've been staying steady the last few weeks, even with a stomach flu thrown in... The Biggest Loser. It's the show's fault. See, The Biggest Loser airs on Tuesday nights, right before my weekly weigh-in. And I love that show, but I don't know if I'm alone on this one, but watching that show makes me hungry. Really, really hungry. And not just, hey, maybe I'll sit down with the apple. But, I'm talking about a row of Oreos and some milk to wash it down. I need Oreos in order to watch people lose weight. Twisted. I don't get it. So, I'm blaming the show on my plateau this past month.