Holy fuckballs!! I haven't seen the 230's since college. I'm down into the next... decade? ...set of 10?
Whatever, awesome. I can't express the amount of thrilled.
I weighed in before work, and promptly proceeded to have a cupcake for breakfast at morning meeting.
It's actually a good thing, in a way, though. I said no to said cupcakes all week. Seriously, they brought them in every. damn. day. But today, in the midst of my PMS, I saw it. It was chocolate, with dark chocolate chunks, and mocha icing... it had to be mine. We were meant to be together. And it was fine. I didn't give up on the rest of the day, or totally obliterate my calorie plans. I just had a reasonable amount of something I wanted and didn't kick myself over it. Mini-win.
As for my headspace, I'm doing fairly well. I'm stll dealing with a lot of triggers and negative self-'talk'. I am, however, mostly catching them before they come out of my mouth ar affect my actions. I'm getting there... sloowwwlllyyyy.