It was as I feared - I had taken off another 2 lbs this week, but one tired and frustrated moment of chocolate chip cookie weakness yesterday put back 1 of those. (Why oh why does my Sunday nanny have to go all Mary Poppins and bake with the kids?) Harrumph. It was ONE cookie. I am confident it did not weigh a whole pound. Up until this morning, I was revelling in the glorious possibilities of mathematical extrapolation - double the loss each week, so in only three more weeks, I'd have overshot my goal by 10 lbs....better be careful there. Or how about fitting it into a more linear sequence: 1 lb week one, 2 lbs week two.... only four weeks to go and that 20 will be gone gone gone. But I ate the damn cookie. (I fully realize the folly of that line of thinking, but am I really the only one who's gone there??)
Anyway, I shall press on with the sensible eating and the food diary, and the running, which is going very well and has the side effect of being an excellent antidote to the crabbies.