Wow....25 weigh ins! That means I've been at this for 26 weeks, half of a year. I could berate myself for all of the times I told myself I would start Weight Watchers (or anything else) on the next Monday, but that Monday would come and go. I don't have a motivational secret to share. It is going to be different for every person, and will vary for each person throughout their life. What drove me at 32 is not what drives me now.
I was really under the weather yesterday. I don't think I'm sick with a cold as much as having sinus issues that are weather related which is part of the story of my life. I wasn't going to weigh in today but didn't plan to skip the week either. Instead, I got up and decided a shower might make me feel better. Then I decided I would want clean sheets tonight since so much tossing and turning took place yesterday, complete with Vick's Vaporub on chest and feet. Yes, I'm one of those who believes it might help so why not use it. My problem is that as much as I don't like cold feet, I don't like sleeping in bed with socks on. They came off at some point last night.
As long as I was clean and moving, why not weigh in and get it out of the way? Our weather is going from a balmy mid 50s this morning to highs in the low 30s for the rest of the week. As I debated what I should wear, I thought of last week's comment about wearing jeans. Ok....jeans it is.
I am down another pound, a total of 42.8. I am happy with the loss and oddly, even happier that I got over this thing about weighing in wearing jeans.
Onward and downward, with a nap and dreams of hitting the big five-oh in loss in another month or so. I don't have a time line in mind, I just trust that it will happen.
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