I got through the holidays without completely blowing my diet. I plateaued at -25 lbs. since before Christmas, but through festivities at A's uncle's place on the 23rd, Christmas Eve dinner at her mom's house (complete with overabundance of gift-unwrapping), dinner at my mom's house Christmas night, and travelling to Michigan for my brother's wedding/New Year's Eve festivities, I seem to have made it through unscathed.
I caught a glimpse of a photo of myself at my brother's house. Since I look at myself in the mirror every day, I only see the incremental changes in my appearanceon a diet. It's difficult to see how far I have progressed until confronted with a year-old picture showing what a lardass I was. I must have lost half of that 25 pounds of fat directly from my face.
Last night we flew in to Orlando. Our flight was delayed, and we didn't land until almost midnight. Then we had to drive home, dropping my mom and sister off on the way. We didn't get to bed until 4:30 this morning. Needless to say, A and I spent most of the day in bed. I slept in B's room as she played with her new toys and watched Nickelodeon. She snuggled up with me for a short nap in the afternoon.
This evening, I stepped on the scale, expecting the worst. I only weigh myself once a week, and I missed my check-in last weekend due to the MI trip.
No change since my last weigh-in before Christmas.
Life is pretty good.