*salsa points to her bottom*
See that, 100lb-clubbers? That's my tail between my legs
I've been reading along but it seems that unless I actively take part in what's going on, I'm not letting 3fc help me as much as possible. So here I am again.
I've no idea how much I weigh right now: my ticker was probably fibbing a few days before Christmas, but lord only knows I haven't been paying enough attention to my food since then either. It's even to the point where I don't get on the scales each morning either.
This is probably partly due to the holiday season (I wasn't with my family this year, for good reason, but it meant I'm mostly alone) and unusual snow here meaning that the prospect of getting outdoors for exercise was advised against, let alone undesirable.
However! Tomorrow is a new day and even though I'm going to a friend's for a NYE party (and taking banana bread with me), I'm going to have some serious control as to what goes into my mouth. I'm going to get up at a decent time (I call the winter 12-noon-sleep-ins my "Post-Midnight Mass Sleep Schedule") and have three sensible meals, with appropriate snacks, resisting my friend's pushing alcohol onto me, and have fun
Make it so!
(Haven't been a serious Star Trek fan for years, but occasionally one can get away with it...right?