Just as I’d wishfully predicted, my big gain from last week has been erased. I thought twice about weighing myself for fear of a bad number ruining yet another Friday for me, but I felt it was important to check in just for good measure. The results were positive; I clocked in at 151.2 pounds for a somewhat immaterial loss of 9.4 pounds. If I pretend last week never happened, I’m down 2.6 pounds so far in the month of June (I guess that’s still true whether or not last week happened). It’s the Baby Bear of losses; not too much, not too little. Juuuust right.
I’m glad I weighed in because I’m the type of person whose motivation snowballs. Instead of rebelling and eating a plateful of hash browns and binge drinking at lunch today, I’ll continue to make smart food choices and will not kick and scream too much before working out later. It’s been a solid 7 weeks since becoming a born again fat reducer, and I’m happy to say that it’s sort of a no-brainer to be “good,” nutrition and activity-wise. There have been a couple slip-ups here and there, but no complete derailments to report.
Also, I’ve been eating like an adult and not a broke college student scavenging her cupboards for canned tuna and dry ramen to make a sandwich, with marshmallows for dessert (actual items in my pantry).
If I did munch on anything, it was relatively healthy and worth every bite. My teeth are still very sensitive from dental surgery (mostly a phantom/hypochondriac type sensitivity) and these chips were crispy, but not too rough on my mouth (stop it).
And finally, don’t blink or you might miss that there is a 10-week and approximately 10-pound difference in the pictures below. Hopefully it is obvious that the one on the left is the older one. A simple cotton skirt like this, with no rigidity or shape plus curving vertical stripes, is a disaster on my midsection normally. There may not be a noticeable visual difference, but I definitely felt more comfortable wearing it now. I didn’t spend all day tugging at it to make sure it was covering all my wobbly bits or making me look pregnant. It might be my new favorite outfit. Weee.