Meh. It's okay. It's not bad. Given the fact that I've been digging into Ethan's Halloween candy with alarming frequency (until the dawn of yesterday's tooth ache--I mean, I'm a glutton, but not for punishment) and that Husband brought me a mini chocolate lava cake for my birthday, I'm amazed that I didn't GAIN 2-3 lbs.
I am however, ticked off at the scale at the RE's office. Last week her scale had me at a full 9lbs over what I weighed today and what I weigh on my scale at home. I hate doctor office scales. Hate them.
Other scales, though, I'm starting to like a little bit.