Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo

Tuesday: Lost ten pounds, yippee. Write blog. Feel great.

Wednesday: Gained a half pound. WTF? How did that happen? Official lost 9 1/2 pounds. Feel deflated. Still eat well anyway.

Thursday: Damn stupid half pound still there. Pissed. Angry. Not blogging.

Friday: Half pound gone. Yippee. Ready to go, workout, do something. Nobody wants to workout with me. Instead I clean.

Saturday: Didn't weigh myself. Too busy. Figure I won't like it anyway.

Sunday: Gained a stupid pound. How does that happen? This Skinny program tells you to weigh yourself every day. I know, it makes sense to see how you fluctuate, but a pound? I'll be good today. I promise. Eat good, be good, weigh good. Stupid scale.

Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

WhooHOO

Well, I've done it. The first milestone. Ten pounds lost. WhooHoo! Let's party.

Or not.

It's not making a huge difference, at least regarding my clothes selection, but I can tell that I feel better. And I'm definitely eating better. Funny thing about it is, it doesn't feel like a diet. I feel like I can eat things I want (not the poptarts, though, those are evil) and still do well. I'm eating a variety of things. I'm filling up on soup and salad and then eating the other stuff if I'm not full already. And, amazingly enough, I am almost always full.

So, that was it. Had to post. Nothing else exciting to say. Just wanted to say it 10 pounds lighter.

Oh, and here's a lovely picture of the Fillapia (as my son says) that we had on Sunday. Even he ate it. That, in itself, is an accomplishment!