One of the things you will learn about me is that Math is not my strong suit. This morning on the way to work I thought I was down a pound, but when I did the actual math its only a 1/2lb. *&^%)#. I know that its at least in the right direction. I don't get my first fill until the 27th. I also know that I shouldn't just rely on my fills to get me through this. I need to have a little more self control. I'm .8 away from a 20lb loss.
On a positive note I walked my 8 miles for last week. So this week I'm going to up the goal to 10. Thanks to Amy W. I'm looking into a Zumba class in my area. I'm trying to rope a friend into going with me, I'm too chicken to go by myself.
I've been open about my surgery at work, but now that I'm back its kind of weird. People who I don't normally talk to are asking me about my weight loss-in the midst of a crowded room. People are asking to see my scars. I feel like a kid who just got new undies-pulling up my shirt all the time. Its just strange, I don't really love being the center of attention. I had a hard time at my wedding too. I'm weird, I know.