… even if it's only a little.
Today's weigh-in was 331.5, down a mere 0.4 pounds from last week.
But, given how much I indulged myself in Connecticut, I am freakin' ecstatic over that little loss. With all the beer and steak that ran through my system (and garlic mashed potatoes, and bacon, and home fries, and more beer, and…), I really expected to gain a little.
This week, it's back to good habits, and hopefully an even smaller number on the scale next week.