FINALLY!

The scale budged. Only a little, but it budged.

206.8.

I've been challenged lately, because we've had quite the heatwave here in Chicagoland. Even if I get up early in the morning (which I did on Monday) ... it's too hot to run. This morning when I walked out the door, it was already 86 degrees. So, my running has been sporadic at best. Walking at lunch has been difficult at best; my threshold is about 90 degrees; hotter than that, and I'm just too miserable to even think about it.

All that is simply to say, hallelujah, I lost half a pound. And seeing a different (and smaller) number on the scale makes me feel like I can do that again.

What will next week bring? Hopefully a smaller butt.