lilmissholiday

I have been really sick with some nasty cold for the past week. Just getting back to feeling better. It was a bit discouraging. I tried to eat right, but when I dont feel good, I tend to grab food (pre-made, fake food LOL) rather then cook. I did drink alot of water, which I believe helped my 2 lb weight loss. (that and chicken broth and jello) So I was really excited to find I lost that 2 lbs!

I also wanted to say, This is the most amazing group of people I have ever come across. Your blogs and stories are so uplifting to me. You are all insperations. Even when I get the slightest doubt in myself I know where to go. HERE!

Thank you for that.

Its a cold dark morning as I walk armed to the bathroom with my measuring tape and journal. This is something I have been trying to avoid since October, before the baking season. Its been there waiting for me, i know it, taunting me with self doubt, laughing at me. Today is the day! I approach the scale wondering how much more have I gained….. I can Beat It. I was 209 the last time I weighed myself, so I wont beat myself up if I am 215 or 220. I will defeat my enemy.

I step on the scale and close my eyes. When the alloted time has passed, I peak with one eye. In disbelief I look with both eyes. It says I lost weight! Ok I know I have cut back on my intake and been more active trying to prepare for this day, but 193.5. Wow. In disbelief I kick the scale. Its broke. Lets try this again after all I dont wont to mislead myself into believing I am lower weight. I step on the scale again…..again 193.5. Ok lets move the scale mabey its in dip in the floor, who knows it could happen. Again 193.5. Now instead of being excited, I am cussing at the scale for being broke.

I call my husband in and explain my dilema. He weighs himself more often then I do. He says its fine, the scale is fine. “Could you get on it and check your weight for me?” ” Ok” hes looking at me like I am trying to trick him. He’s mordified. ” I gained 5 ilbs” So he proceeds to move the scale around as I did. ” The scale is fine, when do we start our diet”. I unknowingly recruited my first diet buddy. He smiles at me as if I had it planned.

I proceed to measure myself and write my first weigh in in my journal. I have ways to go, but I have won the first battle.

Until next week…………….