Progress

So, I've been working on getting closer to my ideal square root. I'm happy to report that there has finally been some progress. That darn 11.7898261² wouldn't budge. 11.7473401² is my new BFF (or at least til I kill another pound). That's some seriously exciting stuff right there, folks. I'm pretty sure that I've almost fried the elliptical at the gym. Love that thing. LOVE. IT.

Should the elliptical ever get a spot in the Olympics, I am so at that trial. In fact, I think the gym should start having elliptical races. The ultimate prize for that winner would be an elliptical of their own. And since my gym membership is up at the end of the month, they should definitely have the finals no later than July 31.

Whale say what?!

Belle hopped off the scale this morning trying to contain her enthusiasm. The weigher (which sounds like whale in little girl speak and is appropriate since that's how I feel when I step off the horrid beast) said she was 50,000. Pretty impressive number there. With mucho encouragement from the little darling, I hopped on to see what my number was. Ack. Still the same.

Now, I've been hovering in this general area for a while now, but that doesn't make it better. Without giving exact numbers, I'll say that I'm in the 12 squared range. I'd rather be in the 11.25 squared range.

So, my approximate weight is out. Will I be embarrassed enough to make that number shrink? I sure hope so. I'll update once in a while. Maybe.