I stepped on the scale this morning, as I do every morning, and got quite a jolt. The scale registered 200 pounds. For real. I was so excited to see this that I ran for the digital camera to take photographic proof. What I didn't realize is that taking a picture while standing on the scale isn't the easiest thing to do. I guess if I actually fixed the settings to take a decent picture, I would have had better results. Anyway, here are my two attempts to take a picture of the scale. I know I'll probably be closer to the 204 I was last week when I weigh in on Sunday, but I'm basking in the glory of hitting my goal for now. Of course, tonight we went out to celebrate/sabotage. I haven't had mozzarella sticks in a while, so it was well worth it. I'll self-loathe tomorrow.
In other news, I started the series of shots to my foot today to kill the neuroma in it. We're only doing my left foot for now, since that is by far the worst foot. I'll be getting a shot of alcohol into my foot once a week for seven weeks. By the end of the shots, the nerve the neuroma is on should be dead and the discomfort will be gone. I'm hoping this goes smoothly. I'm getting sick of foot issues and want to get back to wearing non-sensible shoes on a more regular basis. Especially because Ken came back from his business trip yesterday with a little giftie for me. A pair of Converse All-Star High Tops in tweed. So very dressy!