It wasn't the best of weeks for me---only 1 day at the gym last week because of life stuff and nursery closings, and those damn caramel crispy treats on Friday---but I still managed to lose another pound. Thank god. That makes a total of 7 pounds in 3 weeks, which is a bit slower than I want, but I'm not going to argue with loss of any kind. I still haven't started my period yet, which is driving Craig crazy because my moods are all over the place, so I'm still retaining water like mad. I'm hoping next week's numbers reflect good things.
On the plus side, found some good recipes to help make food more interesting. And it's getting much easier to make it routine, which is half the battle for me.
My measurements also show that I'm losing in the typical places. From the waist up. Sigh. Though I understand completely that this is how my body works, and that it will eventually come off from below my waist, it's still frustrating. Last week, I went through and tried on (or tried to try on) every pair of jeans and trousers I own, and sorted them out into 4 groups---fit me now, fit me very soon, fit me in a few months time, in my dreams fit me. The goal is to be in the 4th group by spring. I would imagine it's doable; that's 6 months away, and I lost that much in less time last time I did this. I just have to be strong. But how sucky is it that the largest groups of my pants are the 3rd and 4th?
On the Alex front, he's back to his normal, energetic self this morning. He's staying home from nursery today (which means no working out for me, unless I get to go tonight), while I keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't play with his stitches and to let him heal for a bit before rough-housing with other kids. I owe people comments, and I'm going to get to those after posting this, but I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for your well wishes. :)