I exercised, not a lot, but I did exercise. I didn't have seconds, have been drinking water and less 'junk'. (Ok, I did have a sip of Husband's Coke, but it was exactly that. A sip.)
I can get into some of my jeans that I haven't been able to get into. And complimented on same.
I thought I was in like Flynn.
I gained 1 pound.
(censored... please stand by...)
All I can figure out, I had a less than stellar meal last night, it was Chinese take out, with lots of salt and fat, and maybe that did it. I haven't been drinking as much liquid as I should, either. Hmm.
On the bright side, Husband is really doing good things, he isn't being diet police, like I feared when I started the commitment for this road back to a better size. In fact, I had noticed he was out of Coke, and when I started to put it on the shopping list, he said, why don't you just stop getting that, I don't need it, you are tempted, so just skip it.
Whoa. Cool! Making husband points...
Sooo, better luck next week, I guess. More water and less salt...