Lilly:
Yeah, the transformations are definitely my favourite part, it's so inspiring seeing the way people can better themselves!
Shasha:
Poofy days are the worst days! I always prep myself for a potentially poofy day by checking to see how tight my ring is on my fingers before I weigh myself.

Drink LOTSA water, and flush all that sodium AWAY!
Ande:
WELCOME!!!! And congrats on kicking the 160s' butt!!!
Kenz:
IT CAME! I took a test yesterday morning, it came back negative. Then very late that evening, it finally came. THANK GOD, TOM, DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT.
As for me:
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I belong here now!
I wasn't completely 100% perfect yesterday, but my very fit soccer-playing Irish boyfriend got all, "Let's go for a run out in the snow!" and I was like, "Alright...."
So I threw on yoga pants, a sweater, a scarf, mittens, and threw up my hood.
My not-used-to-Canadian-winter-yet boyfriend threw on shorts and a short-sleeved soccer jersey, and asked me how I was going to run in a sweater and pants. It took me ten minutes to convince him to wear a sweater, but ten more minutes into our run, he was regretting the shorts and praising the lord that I'd made him bring a sweater.
Anyhow. He pushed me until I was basically dying, but I didn't stop. He kept looking around at the snow and going, "This is so beautiful..." to which I would reply with pants and grunts of assent. I felt completely sick by the end of the jog, the cold air was constricting my lungs so it was really hard to get decent breaths. He asked me if I wanted to stop once or twice, and I shook my head and insisted I could power through, and I thought about the Biggest Loser and what a wimp I was for not being able to jog for 25 minutes when these people were pushed constantly to vomitting point... was very proud of myself for finishing.
Anyhow. This morning... 159.6
