Yesterday, I weighed myself in the morning and I turned in the lowest recorded weight I’ve seen on the scale since I went to Scotland and Ireland earlier this year: 173 lbs. That’s a big deal, because I’ve hovered between 175 and 177 lbs for around 6 months. I never let myself give up or even get disheartened. Sure, there were times I was scratching my head trying to figure out what I was doing wrong, but I never quit the process. I trusted in it. The timeline for progress may not have been to my liking, but the results are.

What changed? Besides me getting more sleep and eating a little bit smaller lunches, nothing. My body just needed time to reconfigure and adjust to the new normal which means my body was able to drop a few more pounds. I’m hoping that this trend continues for another 8 lbs (hahaha). But seriously, I hope that this trend continues for 8 more pounds.

Yesterday felt like a payday. Today, I’m at Drill in the National Guard, and I’ll be having breakfast and lunch as usual, but dinner might be weird. I’m not yet sure what’s going to happen, but after dinner, there will likely be some alcohol. I’ll do my best to keep it to a minimum: I’m finally making progress again, and I hate throwing a monkey wrench into it! But, it was pay day. In the military, that’s a celebration day. So, in true military fashion, I have to celebrate it.