I admit that since last weeks loss was big I was fearfully expecting to gain this week, particularly since now it's only been five days since my last weigh in.
So yeah, I'll take that less than one pound drop thankyouverymuch.
I am now in the "scary zone". In the last decade or so, I've managed to get to about the weight I'm at right now, but no further, before I lost heart and began the upward climb again. As a result I'm on edge these days, dreading that I will wake up one day awash in apathy and utterly unable to continue any further and boomeranging right back to my old habits (and former weight).
Once I break down into the 230's I hope to feel a bit safer because then I'll officially be farther along the path than I've been in as long as I can remember. Until then, I'm just trying to hang on and focus on one day at a time. Sometimes one meal at a time. Sometimes, just the next five minutes.