Holding steady - that's where I am this week.
Holding steady at 147.
I wonder sometimes if this is as far as I'll get, if my body's "default" setting is right here, around 150.
At what point will I know that? At what point will I say to myself, "Self, this will do."
(That, by the way, was a line from a song we learned for youth camp one year, which had to do with the house built on sand and his next door neighbor, the house built on the rock.)
(But I digress.)
Anna Marie has had a fabulous birthday - I sang to her when she was getting up, per her request; she had a sausage biscuit for breakfast, which is her favorite; I ate lunch with her at school and brought the mini cupcakes, which were a hit; and she stayed on GREEN.
She was a little bummed that the only gift she received today was the electric pencil sharpener which Jason presented her with after school (because she can never find her smaller one at homework time), but I reminded her that she hadn't had her party quite yet.
Seven. I can scarce believe it, just like I can scarce believe that 90 pounds is gone.