For the last three weeks, at my official Saturday morning weigh-in, I’ve recorded a gain.
They haven’t been big gains — up 0.1 one week, 0.6 the next and then another 0.3. When you add that up, it’s 1 full pound in the wrong direction.
Even so, that’s NOT the way I want to go.
Following my Saturday morning WI, I buckled down, started tracking religiously (instead of half-assedly), stayed within my Healthy Eating Zone and began daily check-ins with the scale.
Surprise, surprise (not) — as of this morning, I’ve managed to not just hit the weight from my last good WI on July 25, but drop below it.
Heck, if I can keep up the focused work, I might make it into the 240s this week.
Considering I’ve been bouncing around the 250s since March 13 (pretty much through quarantine), I’m looking forward to falling into a new weight decade.
In other news …
Is anyone else looking forward to fall? I can’t wait for the start of Pumpkin Spice season.
In fact, I have a couple of bottles of sugar-free Pumpkin Torani Syrup left over from last fall. I could start PSL season early! Apparently, Dunkin’ already has — or will tomorrow.