4#! Woo! And now I avoid the scale like grim death for the next week. Trust me, it's best for all of us.
I do have a good food plan worked out the next week. Minimal carbs. We have friends coming over tomorrow, and we're going to a graduation party tonight, but I have worked those times into the plan.
It's all good. I THINK my bod is planting its flag at 10# above the last injection weight. Curse that last cycle anyway. But it is what it is. Wow. Two quasi-trendy slogans in one paragraph. I'm slipping.
But I'm sort of almost accepting my sexy dream of all being well and done before years' end is dead. I was obese for 20 years. And darn near most all of it wasn't my fault. My body has issues (Wow, what a euphemism!). But I can still get to where I want to be. It'll just take time.
It's not failure, it's redefined objectives.
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