It’s still fluctuating in the 164.5 area, but typically lower and more like 162.5. So not the stunning weight droppage I was hoping for.
Today I feel okay about this. I’m proud of me for getting out of bed, for having a smoothie instead of potato chips, for Alex letting me do some of mama-baby yoga if not all of it.
The scale is not my best friend. I can’t even stand looking at the thing!
Stick with it! I know it’s so easy to give up. Heck I’ve given up more than I can count. Weight loss is just so darn touchy. Yenno?
Currently there is a brownie sitting on my desk staring at me enticingly. Somehow the veggies I had at lunch don’t seem to be holding it at bay.