This morning, no clothes on, I was nine stone nine point four pounds. That is lighter than I've been for years and years and years.
Seems like another psychological barrier has gone, getting below 9-1o/9-11, both which seemed to me like I was about to shoot up to ten stone again any minute.
I know from past experience it is two steps forward, one back; so maybe tomorrow I'll be 9-10 or 9-11 again, but I hope I am slowly inching my way towards goal.
Excited? Yes. I am irrationally thrilled at losing a few ounces. Which is all it is really, a pound is only 16 ounces. But it means a lot to me to be 135+ pounds.
Wow, better than 212 which is the highest I think I got to. (15 stone 3)
I love my gastric band :-))))))))))))))