The Other Half's food is scheduled to be delivered tomorrow, so he's having one last evening of decadence with peach cobbler. I think his big worry is that the portions will kill him and he'll starve for the first 2 weeks as he adjusts to it. I adjusted pretty quick; a small piece of fish and some green beans stuffed me tonight. It doesn't take much now, and I hate feeling overly full, so for me it's all good. He'll get used to it, or learn to love lots of veggies...
I think I weighed last Thursday morning, but this week I'm pushing it back to Friday (the official weight date, that is; I still weight just about every morning.) Looking back, I started on a Friday so I weighed in a day early last week.
This would all be so much easier if there were just a pill to take. Melt the fat away and look 10 years younger. Yeah, I'd buy that!
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