Weigh In Friday

Yesterday was one of those days. I stayed within my Points, but ate all day long. Emotions were heavy and food was my comfort. For about 10 minutes it felt wonderful and then I would come down from the food high and feel miserable. It came to a point where I just wanted to go to bed so that food wasn't in my hand, in my mouth, or on my brain. I knew if I kept it up that all the work I did this week would go down the drain.


This morning I woke up with a sense of doom. My dreams consisted of a scale, an extremely high number, and me breaking the stupid thing with a baseball bat. I turned into this 500 pound monster who wanted to rid the world of those awful inventions that make woman cry and obsess. I laid in bed for 15 minutes hoping to have some sort of loss, even if it's only 0.8 pounds.

I walk into the kitchen, reluctantly step on the scale, closed my eyes, and said a prayer to anyone that was listening. When I finally had to courage to look, I almost fainted. Down 6.6 pounds! I know I didn't lose 6.6 pounds in one week; I really believe some of that weight was truly lost the first week. I'm ecstatic!
In 2 weeks I've lost 7.4 pounds, one inch off my hips and thighs, and 3 inches off my waist. If that isn't motivation.....I don't know what is!