I had my Mamavation post all written and set for automatic post a few days ago. I linked it up not really paying attention to what it said. I just read it.
Wow, I was having a bit of a moment.
I still feel discouraged, but I’m giving myself a kick in the (flat and flabby, yes it does happen, but getting toned.) butt.
I may have only lost 2 lbs in the
entire time I’ve been working on losing weight past two-ish weeks, but I haven’t GAINED any either.
The scale number may not be moving (It’s broken, I swear!) but my clothes are fitting better and differently.
I’ve made positive changes toward a healthier me.
– I’ve started drinking tons more water.
– I’ve cut down on the crap-tastic snacking.
-I’ve realized when I’m emotionally eating my feelings instead of dealing with them.
-I’ve made a serious effort to work out. Even when it’s the last thing I want to do.
My goal this week is to keep being positive. To keep making healthy decisions. In order to do that, there are a few things I have to get off my (well endowed and THE last place I lose poundage), chest. (Doggone genetics!)
Screw you, Mr. Scale! I don’t really care what you have to say. I’m an independent woman and obsessively listening to what you have to say isn’t doing me any favors. So, we’re only going to talk once a week. If you’re going to talk smack, I’m going to stop listening.
And as for you Miss Emotional Eating! We’re going to be fighting A LOT this week. Hubster’s pre-op appointment and testing are tomorrow and surgery is happening Friday. This is our first surgery. We’re nervous and we’re scared. And we’ll be spending time with the MIL while nervous and scared. (Wow, talk about a triple threat!) But we will make it through the surgery. No amount of chocolate, or vending machine snacking is going to make it any easier or go any faster. We’ll take baby steps…HEALTHY snacks and gum. Well the gum is for Mr. I’m-Stressing-And-A-Cigarette-Sounds-Amazing because he’ll be calling, but I’m just going to ignore his call.
I CAN do this. I WILL do this. I AM going to make this happen. Surgery, MILs, pity parties, sneak snack attacks, emotional eating and stubborn scales be damned!