In a week where the earth shook and the winds and waters held us captive, I managed to lose that one last darn pound that evaded me. I was shocked to step on the scale this morning to see the last pound in my original goal lost.
I spent most of Thursday, Friday and Saturday cooking and spent most of Saturday, Sunday AND Monday eating. Perhaps it was the sheer terror we experienced in hunkering down in the basement as the Weather Channel tornado and hurricane alarms sounded (they really should distinguish their alert alarms) or the hours spent carrying all items outside to inside and then carrying them back outside post storm that helped scare off that last pound. Regardless, I start Week 10, twenty pounds lighter than I was on July 5th.