So I got back from my weekly weigh-in not too long ago. I hadn't officially weighed in 2 weeks because of the holiday landing on the day of my meeting. But boy am I psyched!!!!

This weekend I weighed myself on the scale at home and saw 10 pounds! And of course, with all the excitement, I started blurbing it to EVERYONE in my inner circle. My husband could tell, my mom could tell, and I could feel it. Especially when this Sunday my pants kept riding down my hips as I moved around during praise and worship. I was scared they'd fall down and everyone would see my Godly goods. But today, as I walked on that scale I started to have my doubts. Then my trainer said, "great job! You're down an additional 7 pounds! A total of 10.2 since you started."

I nearly fainted!!!! Okay, so that's just me exagerating. But it was such a nice feeling. This time around no gimmicks, no starving myself, no eating cardboard-tasting pre-packaged foods, no liquid-only, no DRUGS. I've been eating REAL food. Real TASTY food. Only I've been learning to watch my portions. I've been more mindful of when I'm eating. Asking myself, "is it worth it?" And boy am I proud of myself. This is the best feeling. Being proud of myself. I don't need to hear it from anyone else. I know my Father is proud!!!!

I thought I'd share that with my peeps who've been rooting me on! I'm blessed to have such a great support team in my corner. I'll keep you posted.

Love you all,

Monique