It's almost weigh-day!

So, was I perfect this weekend? No. I wasn't even close to perfect. But you know what? That's okay. Because yesterday I did much better than I normally would on a Sunday, and today I'm staying right on track calorie-wise. I have also already undergone my 20 minutes of treadmill bliss. Hooray! It may sound stupid, and I know I'm already making almost the least effort possible, but treadmilling is getting easier. I'm not sweating too much, and today I was even contemplating going for an extra five minutes. I decided against it, though, because I think it's best to take the working out thing very slowly. A few years ago I had built myself up to vigorously working out 45 minutes to an hour almost every day. But once I started to slip and gain weight back, my workouts seemed daunting and impossible, causing me to lazily hold my middle finger up in the general direction of the treadmill while I watched another episode of LOST. There may be 45-minute workouts in my future, but right now I need to take it slow and steady so I don't dread the idea of getting on the treadmill. Right now my treadmill and I aren't committed; we're just casually dating and seeing where things take us.

Even though I wasn't perfect with my eating this weekend, I'm kind of looking forward to weigh-day tomorrow. I had a three-pound loss when I weighed a few days ago. I think I definitely should have been able to at least maintain that and maybe even (dare I say it?) taken off another pound or so. **fingers crossed! fingers crossed!** Here's hoping week one of operation Monaco was successful! **clink!**