Three weeks in a row of 2 pound loss. I want to boo and hiss and stomp my feet. My loss has been a heroic 15 pounds a month for the last 5 months running so this is a let down. However, my brain is telling me that this is the way it should have been all along. They say that 8 pounds a month is really the maximum that should be lost per month. So I suppose that I should be grateful that I might be at max. It does offset my mighty hopes of being 100 down by the time I go on vacation in July. Still might be 100 down by the time I see my family for the first time since changing my eating habits, though! they have no idea I have even lost any weight so I am quite looking forward to the reactions.
And in any case, I am down 3 sizes, my skin looks effing great, and I've lost 3 bra sizes across the back(and realized my cup size is actually 3 times BIGGER than what I have been wearing). Too much to be happy about to let a silly change in loss of rate get me down or lead me astray.