Another good-chunk loss, followed by a slight gain. It was only 0.4 pounds so I'm not worried at all. And yes, I should have gone to the potty before I stepped on the scale, but I didn't think about it at the time. Oh well, the best I might have done is 0.4 the other direction. Not bad, but I'm not going to sweat a whole half-pound.
It just makes hitting 150 by year end a little more interesting and challenging. And I'm going to do it. I am dead determined that I am going to do it. If it means I have to walk Maddox in a 40 mph wind at 9:00 PM, I'm going to (except for Thursdays, WW night). I am going to make it work.