Down 66 pounds.
I wish, when the nutritionist handed me a list of new things I can eat at my last check up, that popcorn had never been on the list. Here I am trying to break another addiction. Yeah... it's the least of evils because it's minimal calories, and I do get the "light" kind, but... It's yet another thing I mindlessly shove in my mouth. I could be using my meal opportunities to get real nutrition.
I'm pretty sure I'm fully recovered from my gallbladder surgery. Nothing hurts, so I went to the gym yesterday. I was pretty impressed with myself. I went a whole 30 minutes on the elliptical after not having worked out for almost 2 months. I figured I'd be missing out on all the progress I'd made. I guess not.
This month is my 5 month surgery anniversary. Next month, I get to have steak. I'm soooo excited. Michael and I have decided that's what we'll have for our anniversary dinner.
I've been slacking because there's really not much to say anymore.
I have good days and bad days. I have days where, even though I can now wear the smallest clothes in my closet, I know that, unless you knew me before, if you looked at me, you'd still see a fat girl. I have days where none of that matters and all I can see is a girl who is getting where she needs to be and is proud of herself. The difference in those days? I blame hormones.
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