My sister has a scale in her bathroom. I was a little nervous about stepping onto it this morning. I've been out of town for 5 days, eating out. I've tried to be sensible, small portions of the unhealthy stuff, salad when I can get it, but there's only so much damage control you can do when traveling. The weather has been awful, so I haven't walked. All of this was racing through my mind as I stepped on to the thing that I was sure would tell me I had packed on some poundage the past few days. Much to my delight, I have lost a pound! It will soon be time to buy new jeans, as the ones I'm wearing are starting to fall off a little too much for public decency.
If I can just make it through the next 2.5 days without completely blowing it, I should be right on track with the weight loss when I get home. The wellbutrin really helps with the appetite, mixed with a little will power, and determination. I WILL reach this goal.
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