So I've been challenging myself for a bit over a month now, and I've seen some good things from it. If nothing else, it has kept me dedicated to my cause and it's shown me that I cannot fall off. If I do, I pay for it. I had lost almost five pounds, until I got sick, then I gained 1.2. I thought it was 2 lbs, according to bathroom scale, but my meeting scale says 1.2. Apparently it pitied me.
There's something I notice about myself though. I've made all these behavior changes, which are awesome and definitely better habits to have. But I notice that when I fall off the wagon a bit, I tend to avoid the scale. Usually I weigh myself at least once during the week, before my meeting, mostly cause I hate surprises. But when I go amok, it's as if I don't want to know. Which is the equivalent of putting your hands over your eyes and thinking the monsters don't see you. I almost didn't go to my meeting this week, because I was scared of how much I had gained and what it would do to my progress. But you know, it really wasn't that bad once I did it. And it was good to go to the meeting and enjoy the support of folks who are like me. Who know that weight loss isn't a straight line path. You have good weeks and bad weeks, the important thing is to know that whatever that scale says, it's nowhere near as bad as what's in your head.
In Challenge news, I was victorious last week, but decided to forsake the tshirt, since I had bought two books for my Kindle that were the price equivalent of it. So I'll do the shirt this week instead. My Challenge is to eat 3-4 servings of fruit or veggies daily.
"The only thing to fear, is fear, itself."
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