As I walked in, my stomach was in knots. I was nervous to see the number. I knew I hadn't reached my goal, but I knew I would or at least could be closer to it.
Shoes came off. Bathroom visited (got to get the last ounce out - sorry if TMI). Sweatshirt off.
My favorite recepcienist was open and I walked onto the scale. AND WAS BLOWN AWAY!
Disclaimer - If you're not in the mood to celebrate with me, stop reading. I'll understand. Believe me. It's hard sometimes to be happy for others if you're not in the mood for it.
Not only did I lose a pound...or two. I was the biggest loser!!! (Well, for me.) I lost 6.4. Yes, you read that right. 6.4!
I was under my goal by .8. Wow!
Unfortunately, I had to leave to go to book club, but several people celebrated with me and as a group, we'll celebrate it next week.