After a post like yesterday...
you would think that I gained.
I did everything I could while facing some
major emotional stress.
I worked out where I could and ate
the healthiest things the hospital's cafeteria could offer.
Between visits for my mom, I went to WW to weigh in.
Striped down to my yoga pants and my sports top...
I stepped on the scale.
This week I lost:
and now weigh:
I always hope to hit at least 2 lbs,
but after a week like this I'll take this number.
I'm just so happy I didn't gain :)
The doctors decided to keep my mom
just one more night to make sure everything was okay.
So this week, I'm grateful for my mother still being here
and that I lost. I would have even been happy with just
I think this is me just being realistic,
with such a stressful week on my plate.