Today I'm dehydrated, but dehydrated in the 2teens so it was worth it. I chalk my 1 lb drop up to the two gimlets I partook of last night (polished off my Tanqueray Ten in the process), and possibly the very dramatic body movements I made as I sang Bohemian Rhapsody about 10 times on Rock Band.
We spent Christmas with my husband's family out-of-state, which is our tradition. My mil is. . . very excited about my weight loss and was overly concerned with my diet in the best of food police tradition. No matter how many times I, and my husband, have told her I can eat normal foods, she made comments over and over again about how she got me celery (yuck!) and carrots to snack on and fat free salad dressing. . . and did I remember there was fat free salad dressing? I do not eat fat free salad dressing, by the way, because it's gross. I absolutely know it came from a good place, and her concern with what I could eat was influenced a lot by the fact that she has been on a very strict low-fat diet for the past year because of high cholesterol, with very good results. But occasionally I was a little annoyed, like when on Christmas night I cut myself a tiny tiny sliver of coconut creme pie and she made a comment about how I should just remember the size I'm in now and let that be my motivation to not have dessert.
I just smiled and enjoyed the hell out of that pie.
Anyway, I didn't make my goal of 218 by the end of the year, but I did achieve 219 so I'm happy happy happy. That's 74 lbs down from my high.
Happy New Year to everyone!