I woke up yesterday knowing that it was THE DAY. I made sure I looked my best because there would be pictures.
Yesterday at work dragged! I could not wait to get out of there and get to my meeting because I just KNEW I was hitting goal. I knew even though I haven’t being weighing daily. A little doubt would creep up, but I’d tell it to shut its mouth, that I TOTALLY had this.
Finally I was out of work and rushed home to grab Mr. B. Who then kindly informed me that my in-laws would be coming to my meeting too. I already knew my mom was coming, but had no idea that my own personal posse would be there to cheer me on at the scale.
We sat waiting for what seemed like FOREVER, but was in all reality less than 5 minutes. Haha. I corralled everyone into the building and waited for Becky’s scale to be open.
Then I stepped on the scale. And it said 151, then my dress and jewelry came off. Then it said 150.2. So, I did what any woman UTTERLY determined to hit goal would do.
I took off my bra.
So, I stood there on the scale in just a tank top and leggings and the scale read this:
And my reaction was this: