I almost forgot that today’s a Monday.  Oops!

Eight weeks on plan.  I can hardly believe it.  And friends, I feel good.  I’m not jumping over tall buildings in a single bound or anything, but I have to say that yesterday, I really felt like I just knew I’m losing weight.  The physical (and empirical?) evidence was there; I was wearing some crops that I haven’t worn with any regularity since last year, when I lost weight.  But, more than that: when I put my hand on my stomach, I felt like there was less fat there.  I felt thinner.

No one has said anything about noticing weight loss, yet, but it doesn’t matter.  I’m feeling pretty good right now.  Nearly two months on plan, and things are going well.

I did give myself the gift of a three-day weekend; I had decided against it on my anniversary because I didn’t want 2 three-day weekends in a row.  And really, my only deviation from a regular weekday has been alcohol.

I also have to say that we attended a party yesterday in which people brought food in, like a potluck, and many of them bring food that’s on plan for me.  There’s never any big deal made about it; it just happens, and no one seems to care.  One friend brought a faux-tato salad that consisted of cauliflower, dill pickle relish (yum! I don’t like sweet relish, anyway!) and had bacon bits in it.  (Remember, I low carb, so this is perfect for me.)  My daughter brought a lovely dessert that was sugar-free.  My husband and I made sugar-free jello shots that everyone devoured, as well as four liters of sugar-free sangria that everyone demolished.  So many people make a fuss about not wanting to bring “diet” food to an event; well, this one proved that it’s totally okay, and even those who aren’t on a diet will decimate good food, “diet” or not.

The week ahead is my last planned week for a 4-day exercise plan.  As long as things work out as I want, I’ll swim four days this coming week, and increase to five starting next week.  Things are moving along well for me.  I’m optimistic and feeling good.