Here are the results:
| Exercise | 100 | 120 | 120 | 80 | 90 | Rest | Rest |
| Calories | 1516 | 1436 | 1774 | 1561 | 1800 | 1750 | 1701 |
| Fiber | 36 | 40 | 40 | 34 | 42 | 35 | 35 |
| Day | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat | Sun |
| Week 15 Weight: | 195 | ||||||
| Week 15 BMI: | 27.2 = Still Overweight | ||||||
| Week 15 Waist & Hip: | 32 & 44.75 | ||||||
As far as letting my sister off the hook and allowing her a second try, I'll need more details from her to make a decision...
Thanks for the info. As far as my question concerning a second try, I will speak to you tomorrow. For now, I must consume many chocolate peanut butter easter eggs. I do this so you don't have to--that's love and selfishness rolled into one (just like the chocolate peanut butter eggs).
ReplyDeleteWhere is week 17? Do you care nothing about your audience. Am I the peanut dust left over in a bottle when all the peanuts have been eaten? (Notice how the dust is probably nothing to you, but I love the dust--it is the reason I eat the stupid peanuts--the opportunity to eat their salty, crunchy dandruff. Oh, I wish I had some peanut dust right now. I have sunflower seeds upstairs, but the bottle is mostly full. There are times when a glass half empty is a million times better than a glass half full). Adieu, gentle Doodle. I hope your night is filled with much tossing and turning because you have let a follower down. I have nothing else to do but go to bed and compose your Week 17 entry in my own head and pretend that I know what you would say.
ReplyDelete"The waiting is the hardest part...every day you get one more yard...you take it on faith, you take it to the heart...the waiting is the hardest part"
ReplyDeleteYes, Tommy-boy, the waiting truly is the hardest part. Thanks, Doodle, for making my life that much harder.
Blogger took away my third comment. They took it away. How dare they! Those words can never be reclaimed. I'm through writing comments if blogger can just delete comments during maintenance. Why did they target me?
ReplyDeleteWeek 17, I never knew thee. Week 18, you're time is fading fast. Week 19, you're gone before you ever came to be. So sad, but it is better that you kill time instead of letting time kill you. I must be off to write confusing ramblings on other blogs, for I am Blog-a-Thora.
ReplyDeleteOkay, this blog site is about to be removed from my bookmark bar. If your site is not updated soon, I will bomb your address into the ground, Missy! (In case you don't recognize the slightly altered reference, that is G.I. Joe talking to Malibu Stacy on the Simpsons). You don't have to give stats about your progress. I will accept anecdotes about your children, zits, sausage toes, etc. I just need to read something. The great and powerful Blog-a-Thora has spoken. Night-night.
ReplyDeleteI did not remove your blog from my bookmark bar because I'm feeling gracious and a gaseous. Come on and write a post. You could discuss the pros and cons of letting your kids eat food off the ground or whether it is okay to wash your jeans only once a month, even though you wear them a few times a week. You could give your thoughts on the current fashion trends and how they make everyone look heavy or just stupid. You could also blog about what you have grilled for dinner and whether grilling food allows more carcinogens into your body. You could also write some odes to my putzy toes. I must go now. Blog-a-Thora out.
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