Despite overindulging in food on Saturday and missing not one, but two of my workouts this past week, I lost 3.2 pounds.
This means: Goodbye 200's! I now officially weigh less than 200 pounds.
I got another yellow star at the Weight Watcher's meeting. (Beth is soooo happy with me, she says I'm her new Core posterchild.)
I get another small goal prize... now I just need to think of one. (My last one was re-naming one of my characters on Warcraft, because I wasn't happy with the name I'd picked originally...)
I now have to seriously consider the Couch to 5K program, since I said I was going to think about working on that after I dropped below 200 pounds. (Of course, when I said that, I didn't think it was going to happen quite this soon! At least I didn't say I would start when I got to 200 pounds, just that I would think about starting!!)
Some Non-Scale victories while I'm at it: Backwards lunges are no longer the bane of my existence. I managed to get through 24 of them (12 on each leg) yesterday without using the chair to haul my ass back up.
I called my dad last night to tell him, and I was astonished and almost moved to tears (I managed not to. I don't usually cry around my dad, it pisses him off. He grew up in a household where tears were a ploy to try to get someone to do something, and he never, ever considers emotional tears as anything other than calculating) when he said he was proud of me. To ME! I can still count the number of occasion in which he's said that on one hand... this makes three.
I've fastened my bra to the third set of eyes. I've NEVER in my life hooked my bras on anything other than the very last strip of eyes (the widest setting for the bands).
My friend Ed - who happens to be the thinnest, most fit person in my circle of close acquaintances - told me I looked "fantastic" on Saturday.
So... it's been a good week!