I figured since it’s been a few days since I last weighed in, I’d hop on the scale tonight and do it. I was sadly surprised to learn that I’d gained 3 pounds. At first I thought it was just a fluke because I’ve been sticking to the diet, I don’t over eat, I don’t binge eat and I’ve avoided every ounce of sugar from here to california so it couldn’t get into my body. Baby is convinced it’s muscle because I’ve been doing a lot of walking lately but typically cardio doesn’t gain muscle it burns fat. At least that’s what I’ve been told. I guess it’s time to change my stats now.

Reaching my goal before September is really going to kill me. I can’t wait until the club house opens up here in my complex. There’s supposed to be a weight room and instead of doing two miles a day around the same gated area (I’m still new to the area so I really don’t trust it to walk outside of the walls just yet), maybe I can stay in one place and do more on a tread mill.