Weigh-in day. I did sneak a peek earlier in the week because I’m a glutton for punishment. I was pleasantly surprised then, and after the weight and measurements I took this morning I think I may be in a good groove.

Peanut visited a local nursing home with gift bags because (she’s a saint) and I wore one of the tops I got when on my mom shopping date a week or so ago. Not going to lie, I looked good. My mother-in-law even said something.

I still have a long way to go, but seeing results gives me added motivation to keep going. I know the past few days have been a rant-filled grump-fest about stress and anxiety. I’d like to stick to positive affirmations but it just isn’t real life. I want to put it all out there — the good, the bad and the ugly — because I didn’t get where I am today because of food alone. The depression and anxiety I fight off are also a part of PCOS. Fighting my waistline is one front and fighting my own mind is another.

I want to put it all out there – the good, the bad and the ugly – because I didn’t get where I am today because of food alone.

I have been slipping a bit in the daily nutrition front. Yesterday I picked up Fiesta Maya Mexican for dinner for me and the Hubs while the kids visited their Poppi. I’m pretty sure that’s still swimming around in the ol’ gut making my results look a little less impressive. But it’s the long game, right?

So here’s where I’m measuring: