So far so good with my goals of fast food, water, coffee, etc.... and yesterday when I stepped on the scale, 10 white doves flew out of the numbers and angels were singing. It was so weird, and so worth the fat cuts I've taken in my diet. After my struggle of the week binge and me "quitting" my nutritionist, which I didn't in the end, I was just trying to get attention I guess----- but we're still a team, and I'm glad I didn't quit. Funny story....

So I woke up today, put together an outfit for body pump, and saw these sexy black pants staring at me. So I said, "Dear pants, please fit me good today and don't fall down, I bought you, when I was a little chubbier, so I am hoping that you will stay on my butt while I do squats and deadlifts" today at class, my pants replied "Dear Allyson, you butt is getting smaller, but the way the manufacturer sewed the seams in these make it just about impossible for anyone to wear these while trying to do any kind of movement." So I didn't even make it through the warmup song, and I jetted to the bathroom and broke out my corduroy's and belt, and rocked them all class long. Now, if that's not dedication, I'm not sure what is. People smiled and laughed, but I didn't care, the only real people who were getting teased were the ones who don't show up?! "Right, am I right? SIR, YES SIR!"

Anyone else have a story where you did something completely dorky, but didn't care because you knew it was better to look silly, than to not do it at all?