So, this is the first weigh-in I've had in almost 3 weeks. I'll be honest, I was terrified to get on the scale this morning. After 10 days of not-diet eating and then a week of a schedule out of whack and PMS, I expected the worst.
Luckily, I didn't get it.
After 8 weeks of making the changes, I've lost 9 pounds, which means I'm only a pound and a half up from the last weigh-in (done after not eating right in London). I can still wear my group 2 jeans, which is a good thing, and I started my period this morning, which always translates into my weight being high because of water retention. So, this doesn't bother me that much. We're eating very strictly until Thanksgiving, so that should hopefully make up for any indulgences then (I can't resist a real pecan pie for me and Craig, or pumpkin pie for the kids).
I owe e-mails again. Story of my life. With Craig home, we're doing more during the week and today isn't any different. Hopefully I'll get around to them tonight.
Have a great day!