One is the Loneliest Number...

Only lost one friggin' pound last week.  My body is starting to rebel.  It likes my voluptuous breasts and padded backside.  It's resisting my plans and I can feel it.  Every ounce lost is an ounce fought for.  I'm thinner for sure but I need cooperation here.  Wearing a pair of skinny jeans without lying down on the bed and inching into them like a sausage into its casing feels damn good.  But I still want to eat that sausage!!!!!