This morning's scale-hopping adventure: 227.2 lbs
Woot!
I like that. Again, I know I shouldn't be getting on the scale every five minutes, but when the numbers are going so well, I like it.
When I know I'm doing well, I like the confirmation. When I know I'm not (like when I had pizza for dinner, or some other such rottenness) it's much easier not to step on the scale until enough time has passed until I know I've likely burned off the disasterous food.
I'm hoping that my super-fast weight loss will continue. Only 15 days until my MIL arrives.
Only 9.2 lbs until I'm merely obese. I wonder if I have any prayer of making it by the time my MIL shows up.
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