Day 20 Grinding On With Joy And Hope

Slept better last night since I cut way back on my calories. I walked for a good length. I was in a better mental state as I awoke and the sun streaming through the window, with the sounds of joyful bird twitterings in the background, softened the thud of morning.

Dutifully, I hopped on the scale. I have finally landed for good within a particular decade of pounds. I know in my head solidly, that I shall never return to a higher decade. There have been enough weigh-ins with female cycle swings, mood ups and downs, water-retention and mini chocolate, salt and bread binges to know that the number on the scale really means that number. Even after these little relapses, my body, when given the chance, and a day or two of water and better eating... returns to its new set point. That set point is where my body is now comfortable. I can rest there for awhile and maintain. The challenge over the summer (15 glorious weeks!) is to get to the next set point. I want to move out of this decade of pounds...down another 10 pounds, basically. I am learning to rest where I am. I am learning to be in the moment. During the rest of this week, there will be a wedding rehearsal and a wedding, a Saturday morning meeting, a 50th birthday party, a child's birthday and perhaps some other smaller social events...a whole lotta cake and carbs squeezed into a very small time period. I will survive it. Actually, I will do more than survive it. I will glory in it.