90 pounds and a lap full of coffee

I woke up this morning, got on the scale, and realized that I am down 4 pounds this week for a total of 91 pounds gone so far! My jubilation carried over into getting nicely dressed, even if it was only to drive to Starbucks and Hardees. I was beaming with excitement knowing that I'm so close to the century club. Then, as I'm sitting at a stoplight with Starbucks and Hardees in hand, I notice that there are 2 Starbucks cups stuck together, so I try to pry them apart. In doing so, I inadvertently popped the lid off and spilled some of my venti red eye with heavy cream all over myself and my car. Thankfully for the car, it was on surfaces that I could wipe it off of without having stains, but as for me, it has now marked me with the appearance and stinch of coffee. I think it's someones way of telling me that I need to come down from the 90 pound cloud I'm on. LOL!

A stall?

So, in the past 2 weeks I've been eating very strict- less than 20 net carbs a day, and I've lost a whopping 1 pound. I'm trying to stay positive, but it's hard. My best friend is coming from Boston to visit me over labor day weekend, and I was hoping to be in the century club by then. Not like she cares- she loves me no matter what, but she's a size 4 blonde, and going out with her makes me self conscious. Oh well, I'll just keep on pushing and stick to plan and hopefully the whooshie fairy will come visit me. One of these days I'll join the gym, but don't have the confidence yet. Half of my coworkers work out at the gym I want to go to, so the thought of them seeing me either in my bathing suit (they have an indoor lap pool) or in my workout clothes makes me want to vomit. I know they don't care though, so it's all in my head. Ok, done rambling for today. Out to clean up some weeds in the yard. FUN!