Almost positive of it.
The last time I lost a pound a day was in 1999 when I had a severe kidney infection and couldn't eat or even keep water down (or in) at all. Since I don't feel like death warmed over I'm thinking that maybe I was retaining quite a bit of water. I actually feel pretty good, my skin is clear and my body seems to be in working order.
This is really odd for me since my mom in her quest to justify her weight gains (my mom is morbidly obese) always says stuff like "I can't fit into those pants today because I'm bloated" and from the time I was about 9 years old cynically assumed that while she may have been retaining extra water her "bloat" more than likely involved the massive quantities of food she "snacked" on during the day. The sad thing about my mom is that she does legitimately have hormone issues that when unchecked do lead to weight gains, but ultimately eating 4000+ (sometimes double) calories a day and not burning nearly that many calories is not hormone related.
Between diet and exercise my calorie deficit works out to about 3400 (as of yesterday) and 3500 is 1 pound fat over 5 days, so I think my actual weight loss (what won't be gained back with water and sodium) is 1 pound. It's good, 1 pound in a week for someone my size is safe and healthy. One pound of actual fat loss is something to celebrate.
I might just celebrate this one pound loss with the purchase of a more accurate bathroom scale too. So if there's a spike or dive in my weight according to the weight ticker on my pages, it might be because I finally got a better scale. In the meantime I'll keep recording what my current scale tells me I weigh.
Here's the good the bad and the ugly so far:
The good is that I don't have crazy food cravings (pretty sure that's because I've been starting out with an apple when I wake up) and when I do have a hankering for something, it's relatively diet friendly. I honestly had no idea that an ounce of london broil had so few calories. I also naturally like foods that are legitimately healthier and lower calorie options than what people normally serve, last night I was pleasantly surprised to find out that a serving of baked squash is only 80 calories (the butter and brown sugar were another matter, I definitely have to adjust the recipe there.) I dig variety, and potatoes or rice for a bulky side do get boring, so I'm not terribly distressed when they don't make it onto my dinner plate.
The bad, I'm not getting all the dietary fiber I need or should have, and I'm eating more fat and sodium than I realized. It's the hotdogs, Nathan's all beef hotdogs. I have to reduce my hot dog intake and increase my fiber intake.
The ugly, I'm mentally reviewing every stupid diet bandwagon my mom has ever tried and picking them apart, trying to discern where the diet failed and where my mom failed. This is actually far uglier than it sounds, because I have OCD, to stop obsessing I have to do a ritual (unhealthy) to relieve the stress with the obsessive thought or live with the stress and dismiss the obsessive thoughts (healthy.) I'm at the point where it can go either way depending on the way the rest of my day is going.
One persistent obsessive thought is "What if everything I think I know about eating right is wrong?" The argument my OCD gives me is that my mom often accepts stupidity as truth when it's convenient. A prime example is that if it's "homemade" that equals "healthy" and therefore "low calorie." I know that's not true (seriously, my baked cheesecake is homemade, "lovely" and "divine" but fat is the magic carpet upon which flavor rides, and I don't hold back on flavor when it comes to baking cheesecake so I know it's jam packed with calories and has very little nutritional value.) A lot of times this leads to me doing nothing at all for a while until I can't stand thinking the stupid thought anymore and ends with me standing on a step stool "organizing" the contents of the cupboard by nutritional labels. I've met people with worse rituals as well as people who stall out on decision making much longer than I do, but its still not a pleasant ride.
Another is "Did I forget to log something I ate?" I don't remember having a muffin, but if I did I should enter it into my diet diary right? I know! I'll go count the muffins and I'll know for sure. Then I stop whatever I'm doing and go count muffins. It actually takes less time to go count the muffins five times a day than to calm down and think "The reason I don't remember eating a muffin is because I didn't eat a muffin."
The reason why OCD rituals sound and look stupid and crazy is because they ARE stupid and crazy.