Never did I imagine it would be this hard for me to get to 15lbs. (which is only 1/10th of what I am going to lose) But man oh man! I knew that I had not been good this week, but when I stepped on the scale this morning and saw a gain of almost 5 pounds I was mortified!
Now, i could have taken that information and gone several different ways.
I could have thrown in the towel and once again given up on myself and losing weight.
(Been there, done that, NOT doing it this time)
I could have taken extreme measures and allowed myself only water today in hopes of maybe "fooling" the scale tomorrow.
(I am almost ashamed to say that I considered this option for more than a few minutes)
But the road I chose to take instead was this.
Keep moving forward.
I had some water and an all bran bar (the cinnamon oatmeal ones are really tasty- hard to believe I know, but they are) as I was running Gabe to school. Some mornings things just don't seem to go well, and we we're very late getting to school. But we got there before the morning announcements were over. Phew. I wanted to just give up and go home right then. But, I didn't. I had Zach in the stroller, and my 45ish minute walking route ahead of me, and I was going to do it no matter what. Some times it amazes me how negative ones self talk can be, and the legs just keep moving. I was a little slower pushing Zach, but only by a couple of minutes. I did it, and was really happy that I didn't sabotage myself.
Sure, its going to suck tomorrow when I weigh in and I am STILL fighting to get to that first 15lbs, but I have to step back and look at the positives. I haven't given up, and I am constantly learning about myself. I am back on plan today, and i will keep moving forward.