Last week I posted a photo of myself and a kind reader commented after I commented on another comment on another blog:

Funny what we'll each put on our blogs. There is no way in hell I'd post a photo like you did... and while I tell my weight, I won't photograph the scale.


Humm....Maybe you were in awe of my self confidence?

Or perhaps you just thought I was stupid enough to think I looked good?

Whatever.

Thanks for the kuddos I think.

I figure if I go out in public looking like that for heaven's sake what's the difference if I post it on the internet for a few thousand more people to view.

Not much.

Besides, will it motivate me?

So, the photo this week makes me look a bit better. I'm still in work out clothes but I'm smiling at least, and since my arm is UP, I have a waist.

Go ahead, raise your arm now - see how your waist suddenly appears?

Cool huh.

Raising your arms also does amazing things for your breasts. Takes off at least ten years I figure.

A few days ago Hubby called my name from the other room.

Where are the cookies?

Huh? I pretended not to hear him.

The chocolate mint ones.

Oh. I ate them.

Still, a few cookies over a week isn't nearly as bad as the week before or the week before that.

No suprise, I didn't loose weight, so I'm not doing the scale photo. No point is there.

But...... I DID LOOSE SOME INCHES!

I can tell. My jeans actually zip up without me having to suck in and lay flat on the floor.

My eating isn't much better. A bit better, but not a lot better, but I'm actually getting my heart rate up and doing the dang required exercise.

My week usually includes a pilates class - and two or three yoga classes and time on the treadmill and elliptical machine. I hate that machine.

But it's working.

How'd you do?