Gobsmacked

That is how I'm feeling... freaking gobsmacked.
Week 9 weigh-in  and I've lost 5.2 pounds for a total of 45.6 pounds!

It's as astounding to me as it is to you.  Dr. Perra said even for this program, I am in the top percentile in weight loss.  It seems to make no sense because I'm 49 and I figured I'd lose weight a little slowly, but the good Dr says there is no indicator regarding how one will do on the program.  I'm just lucky that my body is responding so well.

I have never lost 46 pounds in  my life.  Of course, had I lost that in my twenties or thirties, I would have been 100 or 110 pounds, but... not sure what my point was here.

One of the members followed me out to ask me how I had done, since I have been doing so well, and it felt good to talk about it and to be the subject of some fascination.

In exercise news, I started walking the track with my ten year old (Who runs it, but I'm not ten so I walk fast and just try to keep an eye on her).  Eventually I hope to run it, but not sure my knees will ever give me permission for that.  We started out with a half mile, and we've made a deal together to go every day, with maybe a weekend day off.  Nice to have a good partner in crime.

I confess to struggling this weekend - many times at the end of the day I would feel sad, and whine to my AF (Adorable Fiance) that 'I waaaant to eaaaat!'.   I have to stress that this is not easy, and as I mentioned, I do have doubts and low moments, but I get through the low points, stay positive and I recommit in the morning.  No one said this was going to be a cake walk.   (Mmmm caaake)