Ugh, I hate being given work right at the end of the day. It makes it difficult to leave, knowing that if I stayed an extra 30 minutes or so, my next day would be that much easier.
I actually got on the scale this morning. I have gained two pounds in the last month since I "fell off the wagon," as Leon put it. I still walk a couple of miles a day and haven't completely fallen back into my old eating habits. But what I haven't been doing is Dance Dance Revolution (don't laugh; it's good exercise), so I'm going to start again.
I've lost 25 pounds since last October and I think I can lose another 25 by the wedding. This will turn out to be about a pound a week, so it's not at all unhealthy. So, let me be cutesy about all of this:
I'm a sucker for those pies. And it's nice to feel halfway done. And I might be better about this if I stop making private entries about this. Perhaps I'll be more accountable. We'll see; I'll update you in a week.