Through the floor
Major milestone this morning: probably my first time under 180 in months. Granted, the reading on the scale was 179.8, and the thing is only accurate to within a fifth of a pound, and the glass of orange juice I had with breakfast probably put me back over the top.
That probably would have been even better, but dinner yesterday got a little elaborate. A friend announced she was buying a place in Boston, and that was certainly worth a glass of champagne to celebrate, and dinner ended up being at a favorite restaurant of mine that serves the best locally available Peking Ravioli I’ve been able to find, so I had to tap on an appetizer that I would otherwise have skipped. But the guilt caused me to add another five minutes on the the elliptical trainer, so that partially compensated.