The scale was broken at the gym this morning so I checked in with my last known weight. I only registered 1/2 inch loss this week. Seriously, though, I doubt my measurements are very accurate or consistent anyway. I mean, how accurately can I really measure myself? It doesn't bother me too much. I know it's probably all wrong and as long as the trend is a downward one, I don't care how precise it is (or isn't in this case).

My new shoes were awesome. Worth every single penny! They are like long, warm, soft hugs for my feet!

I've got a billion things to do today so I am outa here.

Update: All the books are packed and in the garage. The bookcases are out. The guest bedroom is out (except the matress). Tomorrow hubby is packing up all non-essential kitchen equipmet and we will stack it out in the garage, as well. Our goal is to get evreything without fabric out there so that the house shows better and to make the loading of the moving truck go that much more quickly. We have three weeks. That is plenty of time.