I’m determined not to weigh myself until my clothes start fitting loose. So far, that’s not the case. I’m a sucker for temptation. Patty brings in cupcakes to work for her birthday. Sherry brings in another treat for her birthday, and I’m so bored I eat two or three of everything. Then go home and eat some more. Lay in bed in the morning until I talk myself out of a walk. It’s first thing in the morning or it won’t get done. And now. I don’t have to work until 4 this afternoon, so instead of getting any more done around the house, or taking a walk, I’m ready for a nap. I really need some motivation here. Shaving my head in December if I don’t lose twenty pounds just isn’t enough. Maybe I need to think of a reward instead of a punishment? Hmmm…