It's my official weigh in day. Every other day, I weigh myself and smile or frown quietly. Today I shout out to my friends how I've done the past week. I'm obsessed. But it's good, I think. I've never been able to lose weight before, it always creeps up on me and then I feel like crud when I see pics and all that. The thing that's really making me hesitant (hence the good, I think part of two sentences ago) is that Matt doesn't care. He never asks how I'm doing, never says I look good. But...I do look good and I'm doing awesome, so there!
29.4 pounds down, 10.6 to goal :)