According to the...

scale at the doctor's office this morning, I've lost eleven pounds between now and the last time I was there. I'm quite certain that I didn't lose very much, if any, of that weight prior to leaving for Utah...soooooooo...without having had a final weigh in because I bugged out early on sick leave...I'd have to say that's what I lost while I was there. I was at Real Life for eleven days and out of that, I was either bloated up like a balloon and covered in hives and/or coughing like a 80 year old chain smoker for about five days. I'm bad at math, but...work with me here...11-5=6 days of full blown, die hard, winner-take-all, give it all I had working out. And in that time, I lost ELEVEN POUNDS!! That's flippin' amazing! Even when I take into account the fact that I was only eating 1200 calories a day...less towards the end when I was really sick. Woohoo! :)

So...what to do now? I want to keep up the momentum. How to do that? Dunno. Right now, I'm sitting in a recliner with ice on my boogered up knee. My doctor was nice enough to give me a prescription this morning for my gazillionth round of antibiotics in the past couple of months to clear up the case of bronchitis and inner ear infection I picked up. I don't think that I'll be running (or even walking very quickly) on the treadmill for a bit. What can I control? I can control what goes in my mouth. I can keep from hobbling over to the pantry right now and getting into whatever junk food is lurking in there. I can think long and hard about the work it takes to burn off those calories. Easy come...HARD to go.