I've dropped 4.4 pounds since Sunday.
I was excited yesterday, when I hit the 3.8 pound mark. And then I didn't exercise because I'm still sickly, but I was really close to my calories (only 115 over, even after 2 slices of pizza!), so I wasn't going to stress too much if the scale didn't move this morning.
It moved. Down another 0.6 pounds.
It's not much, but it's the motivation I need to keep doing this. I know the rapid weight loss will slow way down or even stop before all is said and done, but for now, this feels awesome.
Kimmie hasn't seen me since Monday afternoon - yesterday afternoon she was all "I can tell you've lost three pounds, your waist looks smaller." I'm friends with her because she says nice shit like this to me all the time.
I'm doing it, people! I'm going to fit into that dress, and it's going to be awesome.