I slipped below a significant figure on the scale, but just. My weight loss is slowing, and apparently this is normal as my metabolism adjusts to the reduced calories and becomes more “efficient”. It also sort of sucks because I think I’m going to either have to add another fast day or drop my daily intake on eating days, which isn’t rewarding at all after a day of tummy rumbling and smelling my hubby’s yummy meals I cook for him.
But my consolation prize is dropping a pants size. That’s progress! Pants don’t lie.
Off topic, but cute: Baby Layla, the day we brought her home.
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