With great reluctance, I've let go of the weekend. Oh, for one more day!

I haven't weighed myself for awhile, but my clothes are fitting better. I try not to be compulsive about hopping on and off the scale--it's too discouraging. In my mind I should be at my goal weight (but I still have thirty pounds to go). So much discouragement originates in the mind, and it's hard to get out of that cycle once it gets started.

It's a day at a time; any more than that gets me into trouble.