Today is my weigh-in day, and I’m down 1 from last week, for a total of -6, with 24 PTG.

I’m realizing that I really want a digital scale! I’m working on my own so far, not officially doing the WW thing, so I’m using my own old-fashioned scale at home.

I started water aerobics last week. I’ve taken it many times and love it. I love water, and the exercises are easy on the body in the water, yet you feel it afterwards.

My challenge continues to be sweets. I can say no to a lot of things, but have a dang hard time walking by a piece of chocolate. I wish it would taste bad to me sometimes!

Have a good week everyone!

For I have sinned. Got sick, so had to eat shells and cheese. Got fed up this weekend, so indulged in chalupas and queso, and um, some wine, and a bit more wine. Awoke this morning muttering start again, start again, as I’ve earned my previously lost 2 pounds back, and spring is upon us! Ack. Tank tops, short, the evel. bathing. suit. Pleeeeeese. Will you accept a prodigal daughter?

…have one of those days where you thought you couldn’t do anything wrong?  Mine didn’t start out that way today.  I didn’t sleep well last night and ended up with only about 3 hours total (certainly not the 8 that they want us to get for weight loss).  I woke up in the middle of the night feeling nauseous and my legs were shaking.  I got up to either run to the bathroom and that is when I realized, I was HUNGRY!  I realized that I had only eaten about half of my calorie recommendation and hadn’t had any protein at all.  I went and got a small amt. of protein and went up to the bathroom.  After I went to the bathroom, I thought, “Oh, I’ll just step on the scale to see…”  I was down 3 pounds from Saturday, two days before!  I know it still has time to pop back up, but for that moment, it felt great.  I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t and ended up being up the rest of the day.

Everyone’s read the quote that says one should eat to live, not live to eat. (I’ve seen it attributed to at least three different authors.) I’m learning many things as I fight my way through the third week of my “program”, and this is one of them. I can’t count the number of times I make a trip to the kitchen, not because I’m truly hungry, but just because… Fill in the blank. Most times, I can slap myself on the wrist and pour another glass of water and walk away. But then there are those chocolate-cookie-moments that I give into and then wind up feeling digusted with myself. I’ve had a bit of a pity party today. I neglected my food journal. I drank a minimum of water. I had a pretty good day, but I felt like I had really cheated MYSELF. And it’s not a nice feeling. Furthermore, it’s the same old pattern coming back to haunt me. And THAT is what this journey is all about — changing those old patterns and habits. Not making excuses. Do, or do not.

I can feel myself slipping a little this week. Fortunately, I have 21/2 more days before my weigh in during which I can hopefully redeem myself. I have not been journaling everything I eat. I thought, oh, I’ll just keep up with it in my head. That never works, by the way…I’ve done this before.

I have nibbled more this week and drank less water. I have loosened the reigns too soo. I’m not even close to my goal OR my 10 percent. So, I need to crack down and I need to now.

By the way, if anyone is looking for a good WW cookbook, there is one sold in grocery stores right now called 15 minutes or under meals and it is VERY good. I’ve liked most of the things I have made out of there.

That’s something I have to work on. I’ve been working on retraining myself in how I think. Moving away from the instant gratification/medicate myself with food proclivities that got me into this trouble in the first place.

I keep thinking to myself instead: if I can stick to my plan, and even when I eat off of plan (like this weekend for our anniversary dinner) always go back to the plan as well as get myself out of the house (or in the house for the matter) and off my big ass and moving…well it’s perfectly realistic to lose between 5 and 10 lbs per month. And if I do that, why I’ll be anywhere from 50-100 lbs lighter by my birthday in October.

And won’t that be a better place to be than where I am now? And where I am now (or worse) is exactly where I will be if I try to be too restrictive or if I just give up.

I don’t weigh in for another couple of days, but I have stepped up my exercise and I have been watching my portions a bit more. I hope this helps me to bid farewell to this plateau! My clothes feel a lot looser, so I hope this means a good weight loss.:blush: