Three pounds under goal. Lowest weight since I started in June.
I ate what I wanted yesterday, a spoonful of everything (pretty much all starch except for the turkey, lol). And it was glorious not feeling miserable after.
It was the absolute perfect day. Carrying tables and chairs up from the den, multiple flights of stairs getting things ready, and getting steps in just working in the kitchen. Then after everyone (22 of us in all) was finished eating, we played corn hole, did an egg toss, played with the kids, and just moved around - a lot. After everyone left, we watched TV for a few minutes, drank another cup of coffee, and started taking everything down. We got up at 4:15 yesterday, the usual time, and finished everything around 6:30. House was back to normal, and every thing cleaned and put away.
The difference in my joints, especially knees, is honestly magical. If you are reading this, and not old enough to understand the impact of what I'm saying, count your blessings.
Sorry for the book.
Happy Friday everyone!