I was pleasantly surprised when I got on the scale yesterday morning. I lost about 3 pounds! I hadn’t weighed since the Friday I went home (I think June 5th) because I ate a lot then, my family came to visit the Thursday after that and I ate fast Mexican food, fried bacon (which was pretty good, IMO), and a cheeseburger all in one day, and that weekend I didn’t watch what I ate.

I also made a promise to myself to weigh ONLY on Fridays,an attempt to pry myself away from weighing everyday. Anyway, I didn’t want to be depressed when I saw the number. I wasn’t. I guess what I’ve been doing has been working. It’s been so hard for me to lose weight since I went off birth control last July. And after I found out I had PCOS in March I read that it’s hard to lose weight even with medicine. Well I had been losing weight, about 7 pounds since March – compared to 0 from November to March, but it was SLOW in my opinion. So these 3 pounds were a good shock.

Anyway, that brings my total to 10 pounds since Christmas and the lowest I’ve been since October/November. It’s still about 16 pounds away from my lowest in recent history back last May. But it seems more possible to achieve that again now than it did a little while ago. I’m excited. I hope I don’t completely ruin it this weekend. I’m home right now and we’re probably going out tomorrow for Father’s Day and maybe today. Ugh. Note to self: DON’T EAT LIKE A PIG! Plus, we’re going on vacation to Florida in August after summer school ends so I want to lose about 8 more pounds before then and I honestly think that can happen. I just need to make it happen. *is positive*