This morning I got on the scale and it said 210. Then I went about my day and hopped on again at 8 pm and it said 208.8 - my lowest post-surgery number. Guess which one I'm entering in my spreadsheet?
I am so relieved to see 208.8 again, and I will be even more relieved when I break through and keep moving downward. It's been almost a month of bouncing around with no real losses, and I'm over it. Over. It.
The last few days have been so busy that I haven't had time to eat much, and today was the same. So I'm hoping the scale will be benevolent tomorrow despite the olives I had with dinner. Dare to dream, right?
Side note: Had a business lunch at an Asian place today. I had checked out the menu and figured sashimi would be safe because it doesn't have rice and would be easy to get down.
People, sashimi is literally just sliced chunks of raw fish. I guess I should have known this, especially since I fancy myself quite sophisticated, having lived in New York for three years. Really, though - chunks of raw fish with some ginger and the green spicy stuff on the side.
FYI, it does go down easy with the band.
