A week has gone by...and I have excellent news! I stepped on the scale bright and early this morning...remembering the coffee shop on Friday...The Cheesecake Factory on Saturday...the Super Bowl Party on Sunday...and...5.5 pounds lost this week! My weekly goal is only 1 pound so I am feeling more ready to tackle this Monday than I normally would!
Late Monday afternoon...the day waned and with it, my energy and enthusiasm. I should avoid adding any complications or negative experiences to a Monday. I popped into Wal Mart right after work to try on a pair of jeans...my reward for losing 5.5 pounds this week. Wow! I don't think I realized how tired I was. I actually convinced myself that 5.5 pounds meant I could go down one size. Not so. I glared at myself in the dressing room mirror and thought..."I may have lost 5.5 pounds, but I have a long way to go". I continue to hate florescent lights.
I bought the jeans and some supplements, but I admit I felt quite discouraged. I came home and thought about all the things I wanted to do. I wanted to take a nap, eat a pizza, eat a bag of chips, watch a movie, drag myself into the tub, eat a doughnut, eat more chips, go to bed...I had to stop and remind myself how terrible I would feel tomorrow morning if I gave in. Twenty minutes on the treadmill and a cup of coffee helped.
I am dreading a theater event tomorrow evening and I want to self-medicate. The problem is that if I self-medicate, I will have to do double duty tomorrow to recover, because the sun will rise, I will have to go to work (feeling terrible) AND I will still have to experience the theater event. I guess I am choosing the lesser of two evils...go to work, tough out the theater event and feel blah, rather than terrible. Not very satisfying, but I know food won't solve anything. Yuck.
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