I hit my first goal. Three pounds, or more accurately 3.2 pounds. I finally hit that first mini milestone and I feel a little proud. This weekend is very nerve racking, I have a lot of Independance Day celebrating going on, and I tend to overeat at family picnics. I’m going to try and portion my food as best as I can, and continue on my exercise path. I am proud to have made 13 constant days of exercising. Thankfully we are picking up an extra Zumba class on Monday morning. I never thought I be so addicted to a dance class that’s primarily latin music, but its working, it flies by fast, and its fun.

I am also proud of myself for my food choices on Thursday. I stuck with the salad at my favorite deli, and chose a fish entre for dinner. Skipping desert and only eating half of my baked potato. I was so jealous as someone order my favorite dinner there(on my recommendation because I couldn’t stop talking about it). I kept cool even though I thought about diving head first into the creamy wine and cheese sauce that was left on her plate. 😀

Two shout outs to my puppy Freddie, for walking with me when my other buddy can’t . She has been gaining weight too, and she has weight loss goals of her own to meet (as set by her vet).

Next goal will be in 4.8 pounds. Here I come.