Well, it appears I oinked too soon. Yesterday, to my pleasant surprise, my endocrinologist complimented me on my weight loss progress. I had dropped five pounds since my last visit. That was something of a shock.
But hey, good for me, right?
I told my doctor that I had recently been to Las Vegas, and while what happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, I'm pretty sure what pounds you pack on at the great restaurants out there do come home with you.
The doctor has assigned me a new goal of dropping five more pounds in six months. That's totally doable, even with the holidays coming up not so long from now.
So I left the doctor's office feeling really good. I didn't escape the needle jab (those endocrinologists love blood, I tell ya), but at least I didn't feel like a big blimp as a got into my car to come home.