So, as of this morning, I've lost 9.7 pounds. That's the official weigh in. I appreciate MyFitnessPal.com (where I've been meticulously tracking my calories. Ugh, but you know, it's working so what can I say) rounding up that number. It nice for the ol' mental cheerleader that urges me to keep going, you know? Yay.
Of course, when I came back to step on the scale (yes, I know. Obsessive. Let's not dwell, shall we?), after NOT yet having breakfast, but having gotten the kids off to school, I was .2 pounds lighter, and thus un-officially reached my Miss E's pre-pregnancy weight goal marker. Yep. I have not weighed this since I got pregnancy with Miss E, who is now 6. I'm sure it will be more official by mid-week (aka: I step on the scale and it STAYS at that weight), but...
I'm taking a moment to rejoice.
Now, the new goal is the next 10 pounds which will put me at my pre-pregnancy weight with Miss A. And then ONLY ten more pounds until I'm at my wedding weight. I know, right? It's so easy to put on, so grueling to take off.
I shall write more, later, about how I was THIIIIIIIIS close to cracking this week, and how because of that, I'm going to pull back on my crazy exercise schedule...just for the week. I need to take a breather so I'm don't completely lose it.
In the meantime: yay!