Guess my gloating got the better of me. Little spaghetti and a lot of (turkey) meatballs last night. Plus ice cream. I can't even rationalize it, it just... happened. I'm not happy about it, but I'm aiming for a lesson learned (and remembered). Still disappointed, though.
The good news is that I'm at 358.4, for a total loss of 8 lbs since I started. I'm feeling mixed, cuz I'm always go-go-go, until some kind of wrench, then it's time to eat. I don't see any wrenches coming anytime soon (e.g. business travel, family function), so I'm going to keep going on the good track.
I suppose I have a built in contingency (that I won't lean on) in that I'm not including my exercise calories in MFP, and I have a lower-than-prescribed goal. Target of 2,000 calories, but MFP says I need something like 2,200 to lose 2 lb/week.
I'm starting to tell myself "I can't wait to see what I look like at __ lbs" and trying to predict what I'll weigh for certain things I have coming up (summer things, namely). According to my plan, I'll be down 40 lbs when I get together for my Boys' Weekend.
Upcoming challenges: nothing really, other than the typical weekend shenanigans. We're going out for Mexican tonight, but I can get a pretty good salad from there, and as long as I'm good the rest of today, I should be fine. It's supposed to be chilly but not windy this weekend, so mayhap the family can go for a stroll instead of loafing around nibbling on things. And Sunday is my cheat day, so there's that.