I have to spend tomorrow getting ready for the realtor to come and see my house on Tuesday. Bins of clothes need to go to the garage, general cleaning, organizing, getting the yard cut, the hedges trimmed.
Then Sunday my aunt and cousin are coming to visit - well, mainly to pick up my breadmaker, so it will have a home after I banished it from my counter. We are going shopping and out to eat, at Bonefish, where I WILL
be having some Bang Bang Shrimp and probably a Pomegranate martini.
If I do, it will be the third time in 7 weeks that I have gone off-plan, and the first time I've had alcohol. I'm confessing it here, first. I am good about staying on plan, but, being realistic, I feel one still has to live in the world.
Some things are just worth it.
So, no visit with my sweetie-pies this weekend, but if I'm going to sell my house there will be a lot more to tie me to home coming up. All fingers crossed regarding the realtor.
7 weeks, still holding at 17 lbs. Not the way I planned it, thought with WS it would be much faster, like it was at first. It does REALLY annoy me, I admit.
It's too soon to plateau!