Reaching a milestone ... almost

After finally ditching my pesky cold, I can now report on my last two weigh-ins. When last you heard from me, I wasn't at all hopeful about stepping on the scales that day, and yet I lost 2.8 pounds for that week. This past Tuesday, I lost another pound.

I still marvel that when I compare some weeks that had similar challenges (or maybe no challenges) for me, one will result in a gain and another a loss. It could all boil down to how much water I drink the morning of weigh in or too much salt in my supper the night before. No matter, the lesson is that no matter what the scale says, I need to stick to the program and persevere - eventually, I'll get the results I seek.

For the record, I'm .2 of a pound away from a total loss of 10 pounds. I didn't realize how happy I'd be reaching (almost) the 10-pound mark, but it is a milestone in my mind ... enough of a loss for me to feel the difference and for others to notice. And that's with no exercise (no, I'm ashamed to say, I haven't fulfilled my gym promise yet) and a foot-long hot dog thrown in the mix (I attend baseball games, too).

Next week is the last of our current Weight Watchers program, but I'm actually looking forward to continuing and seeing what else I can accomplish. Who could've predicted that?