Day 2 Ground Hog Day

...Ground Hog Day and I really don't care if the little guy sees his shadow. I want to see the scale. I am married to the scale. The numbers don't always reflect reality, but I need to see them go down. There may be salt weight, water weight, muscle weight, fat weight, stress weight (all those weird combinations dancing in my body) but when they all shake out and those numbers go down, I am a happy woman.

The scale went down 2.5 lbs and I can live with that. My goal is simple...lose one pound a week. When I think what I could lose weekly if I were stricter with food and exercise I know that goal seems silly. But when I consider the stresses that fly at me daily...students, negative people, cold weather, relational issues, desires, goals and efforts, car problems, did I mention cold weather?...I realize that adding to my stress by setting a difficult weight loss goal...is a very bad idea.

Things that worked for me yesterday...no sugar until the afternoon, no confrontational or negative conversations, 30 minutes on the treadmill with a cup of coffee before to give me umph...going to bed earlier than normal. Apparently I need more rest than I thought. I need to be quiet so that I can process the day. I need to de-tox.

...Staring at my calves this evening. I have two beautiful pairs of boots which I stuffed into my closet two years ago and have never worn. I want to wear them. My calves do not fit. It is a simple problem. The calves need to go. I'm trying to remember what my calves looked like when I was 15. I don't remember but I do know that those boots would have fit. I do remember that when I was 15, I thought that I was overweight. I am startled when I look at high school pictures. How did I have such have a false body perception? I should have listened to my Father. He said that comparisons are odious. This weight is not about anybody else but me, myself and I. Forgot the razzle, frazzle of the daily grind. Forget the past. Get it off and get those boots on!