This morning the scale told me I’ve lost six pounds since last Friday. I can see that concerned look and hear the “Yeah but, Shan…”, but I promise I’m aware of the two-pound-per-week thing and, not only was this week’s big loss due to other things going on, but I’m prepared for the probability I’ll gain a couple back when I’m back to 100%. I’m not fasting, using crazy pills or doing anything else possibly detrimental to my health.
But for now that’s a total of 15 pounds lost since January 7th, which makes my jars look pretty.
Yes, my kitchen windowsill is still cluttered with my treasures (and sadly, a little dusty at the moment) so I had to grab my son’s silk scarf to act as a background. (The silk scarf’s a 1754 thing.)
The important thing for me to remember going into a new week? When Taz grabs hold of my pajama pants to keep me from walking away, I have to grab the waistband pretty damn quick or I’ll be pantsed. With my jeans pretty loose and my jammie pants threatening to drop to my ankles, not many more pounds will move to the Pounds Lost jar before I have to buy new clothes. (Unlike many women, I don’t see that as incentive. I hate shopping.)
How are you guys doing?