Woke up this morning and started my routine...turned on the shower to wait for the water to warm up and then stepped on the scale. Scale read 175.0. In my half asleep state, it didn't dawn on me as odd at first. I stepped off and then realized "wait, I was 185 yesterday"...175??!! So I reset the scale and stepped on again...175. Hmm. Refusing to believe it, but secretly getting excited about the biggest possible WOOSH I've ever had (I know, not realistic, but I was half asleep, LOL), I reset the scale again and stepped on for the 3rd time...184.3. Okay. That makes more sense, LOL! Not sure what my scale was smoking this morning, but I bet my fat cat isn't innocent. He's always hanging around the bathroom in the morning and he likes to sit on my scale. No, he doesn't weigh 175lbs (20lbs...but there's no way I'll be able to convince him to IF or low carb, LOL) but he's my best guess, so I'm going with it.
But alas, 0.7lbs of scale movement this morning. Although 175 was a tease, I made a mental note to enjoy looking at that number because I'd be there soon enough!
On another note - a girl in my office came up to me yesterday and said "have you lost like a TON of weight recently?"...I grinned and said that I had. It's the first person in my office to acknowledge the change. I'd started to wonder if it was even noticeable, although I work with mostly men, so I think they're socially programmed to never comment on a woman's weight (especially at work). I was very excited. I've never been shy or sensitive about my weight and have always talked openly of my struggles to battle my PCOS and lose weight, so I'm surprised more people haven't mentioned my weight loss. Doesn't really matter...I know I'm smaller because I feel smaller and it's nearly time to buy smaller pants (already bought smaller tops).