Down 3.8 pounds this week. Which is exactly what I lost last week. Weird, but maybe that’s my official Gallstones Suck weight loss amount. I’m actually glad it’s not more. Keeping it under four per week means it might be easier to keep off after recovery and maybe I’m getting enough nutrition so I’m not weakening other things, like my immune system or whatever. I feel weakened, but I think a lot of that’s in my head. I’m starving, so my brain’s all oh noes, but I’m not actually starving.
Dropped into a new decade. 189.2 now. Since 170 is the goal I set for myself, I feel pretty good about it. I mean, I’d really like to hit 150 at some point, but 170 is the goal I felt I could reach and maintain, so…inching closer.
I’m also going to need an entirely new wardrobe for the RWA conference at the end of July. And for home, actually. I’m still wearing the same clothes, but I weigh over thirty pounds less, so let’s just say I look frumpy. (And, according to my husband, I’m actually hiding my weight loss.) I did buy a couple pairs of jeans, but only because the others were falling down. (Have I mentioned I hate shopping?)
How are you all doing this week?