It is so tempting to weigh myself. The number has to be down. :)
Of course, that is why I am NOT weighing myself. Because I feel good and feeling good makes me eat less so I can keep up the way I have been. If I weighed myself after all of this and the numbers still weren't down, I would definitely say Fuck IT and eat everything in sight.
Yesterday I wore a gray sweatshirt from Forever 21 that I haven't worn in a while. I am probably 10 pounds lighter than the last time I wore it. And I remember my husband saying he didn't care for it the last couple of times I wore it.
Well, last night I was making dinner and he said "Ya know, I don't know what it is, but for some reason I really like that sweatshirt on you tonight. It looks really good."
I said "Hmm. I don't know. Maybe it's because my hair is different."
He said "Yeah, I was thinking it might be that. But I don't know. You look really good." (read: Even if it's subconscious, men love skinny women, no matter what you may hear or see on TV)
Ha! Granted, my hair did look pretty good last night (had it in messy curls and pulled back in a low ponytail with loosely curled strands hanging down) but I am thinner.
To confirm this, I measured my waist this morning: Almost 2 inches smaller than it was two weeks ago! :)
Wish me luck tonight. A woman at the church I have been attending since moving here is having a get-together tonight and there is a part of me that doesn't want to go because there will be lots of food. But there is another part of me that feels unstoppable. And when I am feeling good I love love LOVE to play the "let's see if I can trick people into thinking I am eating way more than I am" game. To test my resolve, I am bringing Buffalo Chicken Dip to the gathering. It's my FAVORITE dip and hard to resist. But I will resist it. I will make it this afternoon and not eat a bite while making it and will not eat a bite of it tonight.