Getting into the 40s

For one brief, shining moment, my scale read 149.8 pounds. Who cares if it was already noon and I hadn't eaten anything since 7 the night before? Who cares if I was just about to hop in the shower? Who cares if it was mostly water weight? That snapshot of my life was under 150.

I celebrated by eating a pint of ice-cream.

Whoops.

Hallelujah!

I'm wearing pants. With a zipper. And buttons. From before I was pregnant. Right now.