Wow, did that "0." mark me as a scientist or what? 
I have to confess something to you, Turtles. Last saturday, after such a marvelous loss, I let myself eat whatever I wanted for the day. The whole day. Doughnuts for breakfast and pizza for dinner. I figured it out today, after my meeting, and last week I managed to clock in at *82* points for the day.
For the rest of the week I was around 32 (my range is 26-33), and I burn so much in my Spinning classes I managed to pull of a loss. So, what did I learn here? I was determined to turn this into a learning experience--I was surprised at the small-ish loss, given my activity and my average this week. So.
If I figure out my week's average with last saturday figured in, I averaged 39-40 points a day. So. First thing I learned, I can't have one whole day of mindless eating. 10 banked points, yes. Eating exercise points when I need them, yes (up to 4 a day, even though I earn 11+ with each Spinning class). A day of not paying attention, no.
I also thought about why I had let myself loose last saturday. I decided that I hadn't planned or thought through my day very well, and let myself be led by suggestion. There was also a little bit of "this is the only day I can eat these things" happening, so I'm going to try to add those specific foods in gently. Today I was mindful of planning and paying attention, and being gentle and supportive with myself mentally. Possibly last saturday was foolish, and possibly that's the way obsession/disorder lies, but I caught myself and I learned from it. I bought myself a few new hair-snap-clip-things today, as a reward. Quite for what, I don't know, but I felt that I deserved them.

So, dusting myself off, as it were. 2.5 hour hike today (exploring a park) and great plans for next weigh-in. I'm close (well, within 3 pounds) to my 10-pound ribbon, so that's my next goal.

Lauren, I agree that I'm young for mastopexy. When I was a girl/young teenager, I never developed right. Because I had weight problems at that time, too, I developed very rapidly and my skin fibers couldn't keep up. I went from a B cup to a D cup in 6 months, at the age of 13. I was deeply ashamed of how I looked, and hated my breasts passionately. When I received the compensation from the accident, I got myself surgery. My doctor, whom we refer to as Dr. Gerbil (his real name is Dr. Gervais) examined me and told me I had 3rd degree ptosis (sagging). Essentially, the stretched-out breasts of an 80 year old woman who's been a mother several times.
Anyway, I had surgery in January 2000 in Minnesota--DH, who was just a boyfriend at the time, came out from London to help me through the week following surgery. It's the best thing I have ever done for myself! Worth the scars, worth the cost, worth the pain after surgery. I would do it again in a heartbeat. 
Judy and Lin, DH is calling me and I can't write! I'll write later!

so I'll see everyone later!