Dyke march, Pink Saturday, and Sunday's parade - it was non-stop rainbows this weekend. My eating wasn't awful, and I even counted calories on Sunday. (Saturday I munched all day - even my best guess would be ridiculously off.) Almost every weekend this year I have gained weight on the weekend, and this is the first time that I can remember IN A WHOLE YEAR that I did not gain any weight between Friday and Sunday night. I know it's a sad state of affairs when you gain weight every week, but it's so amazing to have the power to stop the cycle and take control of your body.
Just a little over three more pounds to go before I'm under 200 again. It takes those small goals to keep me motivated. Thinking about the fact that I re-gained 35 pounds is so discouraging, but a three pound goal is extremely attainable.
It feels nice to be on a healthy path and to have Kate there with me. I can't wait until I feel strong and comfortable in my body again!