Still not looking at the scale. Why would I be tempted to depress myself more, when there are women browsing at my booth to ask "And when are you due?" (I left Rob to man the store at that point, and wandered off to commiserate with a fibre friend who gently brought me back to reality by sharing that, owing to the fact that her hair is coming in grey post-chemo, she went straight from "when are you due?" to "would you like the senior's discount?" Perspective, right?)
Last week, I managed one full gym session, one run, a couple of walks, and a smattering of Pilates and push-ups. I think this week will be better, but I do know that I need a self esteem boost, and looking good in clothes NOW rather than at some indefinable future date would help my state of mind enormously. (Also not having a perpetual gut-ache from a too-small waistband.) The catch is that we no longer have the sort of budget that will accomodate multiple "transitional" wardrobes. I found a couple of nice tops at the local goodwill last week (including a perfect sweater that made me wonder why I bother designing for myself when other people's cast-off handknits suit me so much better), but the pants will require some judicious creativity.
Right now though, I'm going to indulge by walking to Lost Lake and sitting on a gloriously sunny promontory all by myself. I'll post pictures when I get back, and also attempt to get my head in order to properly acknowledge the lovely awards that fellow bloggers have been bestowing upon me. (I find those oddly difficult - I get tongue tied and fretful about saying exactly the right thing.)