Got through the weekend pretty okay, although I didn't track what I ate. This is due mostly to my propensity to eat foods that are best served dipped in butter when up north.
Also, I lost track of the booze. Probably four beers and ... some tequila. One shot on Friday, and I spent all day Saturday at Dale & Candy's, so ... yeah, who knows.
Had a great walk around the lake with Amber, and danced a fair bit on Friday night, so I don't think I undid any of the good work I've done so far. I'm just really, really ready to not be this heavy person anymore. I want to not feel self-conscious on the beach. I want to peel off the layers and be who I'm supposed to be.
I'm not there yet. But I'm moving forward.