This week, I was back to normal. I wasn’t sick, and therefore got my appetite back.
I gained 1.3 lbs.
I expected that. I knew my massive weight loss last week was mostly due to me being sick, and I haven’t exactly been behaving like a weight loss angel this week.
This just shows that I can’t get comfortable. I can’t let down my guard and figure I’ll have that burger justthisonce. Because that turns into me eating at least one super unhealthy thing every other day. And that will just sabotage all the progress I’ve made.
The good news is, I picked up my dress from the tailor yesterday (the one that I had to get taken in 3 inches.) and it looks fabulous. Rewarding myself with clothes, not food. That’s the trick.