I’m sitting at 50 1/2 hours and my husband just called.
Conversation:
HIM: Hi, honey. I’m on my way home…
Me: (very rushed and cutting him off) Don’t talk to me about food! I’m fasting!!!
HIM: Haha. Okay. See you soon.
Backstory: he usually calls on his way home from work and offers to pick me up some takeout. He usually stops and eats at a restaurant, since he’s low carb he treats himself to good, fatty LC proteins at local restaurant that is LC friendly. Sometimes, I suddenly break and blurt out “Bring me something!” and sometimes I remain strong. I didn’t want to chance it today. LOL
I want to make it to Saturday. I just hit a new low of 164 lbs and I want to make this new low stick by losing a little more.
I’m 0.2 lbs away from -30 lbs loss since Oct 2. Yay, me! 