This morning, the scale said 228 lbs.

When I think back to a little over a year ago, when it was shoving its way back up to 282 lbs, my highest known weight, it doesn't seem to be too bad. However, a month ago, it was hovering at 219 lbs.

I don't want to spiral out of control again.

Yeah, some of this could be the sauerkraut, and/or the huge pickle, making me retain some water... along with my period trying to sneak up on me - sorry, I knew you were on the way, since I was a major bitch this past week - but I think it really was the tacos, the fruit, and then, again, the tacos. As far as weekends go, it was a pretty good one, but I really did go a little nuts (OMG, and all the nuts I ate, too) with the off-roading.

On the bright side, I feel pretty good. Not terribly sore, not exhausted, and I'm sleeping better than I have in years.

Still waiting for the fat-burning machine to kick in, and burn the fat off me.