Out of a whim, I got on the scale this morning: 285
Interesting. I'd love to change my official weigh-in to that number, but I'm going to wait and hope and pray it sticks (or drops even more) by next Wednesday. Motivation.
It was an exciting number to see, but I'll be nervous a bit until it's official.
Strangely, my husband asked me if I'd lost weight. It makes no sense because weight loss doesn't show up on a fat person that quickly. I think he might have been trying to make me feel good. I don't really care either way - I know my pants feel a little better. Maybe it's wheat bloat. What will be good is if I can keep that number or drop by next week because, right now, I don't feel like how I've been eating is unmanageable in the long run. My bigger fear is that it's not enough and I'd have to drop even more, which I'm not sure would be manageable.
So I'm going to work on continuing a similar course of action and see what the next week brings me. I've also been going through my food journals from a few years back to see what my patterns were.