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As of this morning's weigh-in, I was at 233. This may not seem like much, since it sounds like I've been making the same progress as I have been. However, this bit of weight loss is in the face of challenges like I hadn't faced directly before.

I have always had a hard time eating well at my mom's house. I knew it would be tough going there this weekend, especially because of the emotional issues concerning my dad. That was the house where I was bulimic. I binged there regularly. My mom keeps a very well stocked kitchen, and insists on baking often. Well, I was able to make things easier on my mom by bringing stuff to make a big salad, a few bagels, and supplies for at least two meals worth of homemade mini pizzas. I took one of my water bottles as well. Thus, I was able to keep up with drinking water and to eat pretty darn well without imposing on my mom to decide on dinner when she was already stressed.

I had memories of my past disordered eating, but I was able not to act on them at all. When I felt like mindlessly snacking, I grabbed my water bottle instead. Even at the bar, I had sips of other people's drinks instead of downing entire ones. I was more interested in the flavor than quenching my thirst with them.

I was low on my motivation and didn't get very active over the weekend. Yesterday I skimped on shoveling and did 7 loads of laundry instead. That's still going down to the basement and back again, but it's pretty low-impact.

Despite the challenges, I made it through and still kept up the weight loss. It feels great, and I'm not very far from getting rid of the rest of the Depo-Provera weight. 230 is just around the corner.

Today, I had an appointment with my nutritionist. At first she was concerned, since my actual weight loss has been consistently greater than the accepted healthy range. Then, once we got talking about how I'm feeling and what I'm doing, she said I was doing everything right. By the end of the session we'd agreed that I had come a long way and didn't need regular follow-up appointments anymore. She seemed genuinely sad to see me go. I had only had three appointments with her, but I get the feeling I made a good impression. She was helpful and friendly. I'm glad I had the time to work with her, as well.

It feels like a miniature graduation. I have now learned the nutritional tools I need. If I have questions or feel I need follow-ups again, I can always call.

It's good to know that I can see challenges as challenges. They don't derail me completely anymore. I still have easier days and tougher days. I still have days when I don't exercise or days when I eat more yummy stuff than I ought. I think I can work with that.