...I think. I had the panic of, maybe I should keep going, but I think this is it. The smart play is this being it. My Big Goal has been to get down into the next decade. That would make me weigh less than I have since the 1980s. Even if I rolled the immunity dice and bought another overpriced vial of potion, I'd in all likehoood, not make it. But, I suppose if tomorrow there was a hugely unexpected loss, I might go to town and buy the brew. But probaby not.
Ok, lengthy preamble aside, here are the stats.
Total loss this cycle=21.4#.
Total inches, based on measuring last night, 2 off the top, two off the waist, four off the hips/tummy (yay). Not too shabby.
Ok, one more bitch n'moan session. Had I achieved the 35#, I'd be well into the next decade, nearly to the next! The 15# that didn't happen is both dissapointing and complicates my future plans. I have to wait six months between cycles from here on out. If indeed natural weight loss continues to elude me, it'll take me even longer to get where I want to be. I firmly believed the next cycle (pending in the fall), I'd be done. Now...maybe not. The thought of doing this TWO more times makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and wail.
Even so, I have lost a LOT of weight. And there are other things I can continue to do to improve my overall health. And I will do that. My lab tests are a thing of beauty. And I can now work on building myself up with healthy eating and supplements for the Surgery Fest this summer. And crikey, for me, maintaining is a full time job.
So, unless there's a real shocker tomorrow, I play out the three days necessary until I can begin the stabilization phase of the diet. As I injected the meds this morning into my painful, trackmarked leg, I was grateful to be finishing up for now.
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