Going to the meeting last week, I was considering skipping the weigh-in. (You’re allowed to do that once a month, but they suggest you refrain.) I’d just weighed in on Saturday, and honestly? I was afraid I would come in over the 10 pounds lost mark. Still, I put my purse and glasses on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and did it.
And I’d lost another 1.6 pounds! That’s 0.2 pounds away from my 5% goal, too! (The 5% goal is losing 5% of your starting body weight. There’s a 10% goal, too – which I am now 11.2 pounds away from.)
After all that happiness at the meeting – I was lax during the week. I didn’t eat what I should be eating (Wendy’s for three consecutive nights?), and the humidity rose to the point it was difficult for me to really walk very far thanks to my asthma. Again, I was considering waving off the weigh-in, but decided to suck it up and own what damage I’d done over the past seven days.
Amazingly enough, I lost another pound, and hit my 5% goal! I’m totally not asking how that happened… I’m just grateful that it did!
So this morning, I went out and walked as much as I could. I’m back to eating things I should be eating instead of whatever sounds good at the time. And I’m back to slowing down when I eat and stopping when I begin to just feel full. I’ve noticed a definite dislike for that really full feeling – it’s uncomfortable, and I don’t like being uncomfortable. Seven weeks from tomorrow is the 5k with The Hill. I refuse to let it kick my ass again! 🙂