I’m not gonna lie. I truly expected a gain this week. I was bad. Went out to dinner with a friend and had drinks. And I didn’t stick to wine, which is at least a better choice. Oh no, chocolate martini and Bailey’s on the rocks. Plus then I had another bad day.
Somehow, though, I still managed to eek out a tiny .2 loss. I will take it. At least it is still going in the right direction. Did I mention I moved down a size in jeans? That means more to me than the scale.
Onward and downward.
On another note, I’m still fighting the flu. This has really knocked me on my butt. I have been in bed since Friday afternoon. But decided to try and go to work. I lasted until 2:30. Then I came home. And now tonight I’m just all done in.