No time for a workout today, so these are just my hanging around the house clothes:
Weight - 177 :(
Mood - Discouraged
According to today's weigh-in, I only lost one pound all week. Of course, the fact that I almost forgot to weigh and when I did it was over an hour later than my usual weigh-in time might be a factor. But then again so might the fact that I indulged in some Chinese takeout last Sunday, and let Matt talk me into some fried catfish last night. I'll try weighing again tomorrow at the usual time to see if that makes any difference. At any rate, at least the scale's still moving in the right direction. I just hope this isn't a sign that I'm about to plateau.
This plus PMS plus another nephew's birthday party that I'll be missing tomorrow are all conspiring to put me back in the sad place. And I just plucked another whisker-like hair from my jawline, which means my PCOS is still raging strong. Fortunately, my work is keeping me too busy to dwell on any of it for very long, but I'm struggling, and I have a feeling it's going to be a long, hard weekend.