Sunday's weigh in was down 1.2 lbs- 203.6 after my Valentine's dinner with Mr. D the night before. I didn't count calories Saturday between Jackson's (Steph and Matt's son) first birthday, and our Valentine's Day night out. I was responsible without being obsessive, and had a loss the next morning. It was a nice change to actually enjoy our date rather than worrying about every single bite and how it would affect the scale. Focused but flexible, it's working so far.
Between Thursday evening and this morning, there has been a lot of bullshit (sorry, there's no better word to describe it) between my brother and his son's mother beginning with her taking off with their son and ending with him in jail this morning for something he never did to ensure he has trouble getting joint custody. The charges are entirely false, and he'll be out tomorrow at the latest, but this is just the beginning. I'd convinced my brother that keeping this between them rather than involving the court was the best thing for their son (having done it both ways with my own son), but there's no way around it now, and it just plain sucks. On one hand, I hurt for my brother right now. I can't imagine what it would be like to need a judge's approval before seeing my child. On the other hand, witnessing this has made me so grateful that my son's father and I were able to work things out on our own. Ironically, his dad is a cop here and was able to help us breathe a little easier over the arrest and what's going to come of it.
Needless to say, the last few days have been a little chaotic.