218.25, no change from yesterday.
I am becoming visibly (to me) thinner. My arms and legs are showing actual definition (unlike my midsection, but I'm working on that). This pleases me no end; I'm SOOOO looking forward to NOT being bigger than life!
My daughter gave me a lovely winter suit yesterday; she's moving south and the suit doesn't fit her and it would be too warm for her new climate, she thinks. She's actually not moving to the subtropics; only to North Carolina where, yes, it does get cold on occasion. But the suit is too small for her. It's still too small for me, but I will shrink into it by fall/winter, which is perfect timing! Red jacket, black pants ... a really nice Evan Picone suit.
I will NEVER lecture her about this, not say a word (I remember all too well the effect of my mother's lecturing and badgering me about it), but my daughter needs to do what I'm doing and lose her excess tonnage. She weighed in at the doctor's office at 270 ... and that's too much for a 27-year-old. She's headed down a bad path that she needs to fix NOW, not when she's 60 like her mother. She's going to an amusement park this week; it's possible that she won't fit in the roller coaster car and THAT should shock her into doing something about the weight problem. I won't hear about it, of course, and that's okay, as long as it works.
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