I've decided that Monday will be my official weigh-in day. I thought about changing my weigh-ins to before the weekend, because I always seem to undo a little of my work over the weekend, and this weekend is no exception, but, if this is going to work, I have to figure out how to live life with it's ups and downs and still eat happily.
Anyway, today I weigh 249.6 which is 1.8 pounds less than last Monday. My waist is 40 inches now, which is a full inch less than last week. I'm disappointed with this result, and it occurs to me that this is crazy. For months I've been gaining weight and getting bigger until I decided to love and accept myself exactly as I am. Then the weight starts coming off and immediately I'm back to telling myself it's not good enough? Crazy!
This is my official reminder that being disappointed in myself for not doing a better job is no different from hating myself for gaining the weight in the first place. I am lovely and loveable exactly as I am. I was lovely and loveable two weeks ago, and I will continue to be lovely and loveable no matter what I weigh.
1.8 pounds in a week is actually a nice loss, especially considering the fact that it was not hard. I am not starving myself. I'm not denying myself any of the foods I love. Okay, we did go to our favorite Mexican restaurant, and I did deny myself a margarita and had water instead, but I was proud of myself for making that choice, and after the meal was over, I didn't miss the margarita.
Ya done good Hasselhoff. Ya done good.