I woke up this morning and decided, I'm gonna step on the scale. I had that "what the hell" feeling and just thought, "why not". So I pushed the scale, waited until it said "0.0" and stepped on. I then squinted a little, and it said 146.8. YESSS. Down 1.2 pounds.
I didn't even try. It was a small triumphant moment. I had been feeling a *little* bouncier, but I thought it was just because I had a busy and good weekend.
I can't revel in the victory too much, because if I do, it will encourage me to go out and get "CAHRAZY". :( But I can acknowledge that I feel better because of it. *Patting self on back*