So the scale is back up to what it was Monday, but I'm still down 6 pounds from when I started the new diet. My rings were tight when I woke up this morning, and I'm PMSing, so yada yada yada, it's water weight fluctuations.
Whatever the scale says, my size 8 jeans from The Limited fit & feel much better today than they did a few weeks ago. That's the acid test, right?
I updated yesterday's post that I didn't run last night. That bites, but the victory is that I didn't let the PMS take over, I stuck to my healthy food choices, and I didn't eat at night. 15 nights with no night eating--holy cow. That's a record for me.
I have to get in a long run this weekend. Have. to. The Half Marathon is 3 weeks away, and the longest I've run was 9 miles and that was on August 31st. So the pressure's on.
Which, strangely enough, is usually when I deliver.
More rambling... let's see. Tonight we will get together with our core group of church friends for a birthday party for one of the kids (and since it's a carb up day, I get a little piece of cake...with some protein, of course). Sophie has swim lessons tomorrow at 9 a.m. Then the kids have pictures in the park at 4:30 (a family is raising money to adopt a baby, and they take pictures--she's a photographer--for 30 minutes & give you a CD of all the photos with a photo release, for $50. Our friends did this with them last year and the photos were gorgeous.).
And Sunday morning I have the Komen Race for the Cure. If it's cool, I might could possibly be tempted to coax myself into a PR. But if it's in the 70s, forget it. I'll be running to finish and have fun. I don't do fast when it's muggy & warm.
That's all for now. Hope you all have a super duper loverly weekend.