I made it through a week! And not only a week but THE week! The one that has the highest rate of failure. I am proud to say that I have NOT failed. In fact, I really don't think I have been this motivated in my life. I have been making very smart choices, choices that I would have never made before. And it seems as though these choices are snowballing. The more I make, the more I want to make them. A first for me.
I was at my parents house for a visit with the little one last night and of course, it being a Friday evening, pizza for dinner was an obvious choice. They wanted to order it, but I suggested we have the frozen pizza that I mentioned in one of my previous posts instead. I couldn't even finish the pizza I was so full. Instead of shoving it down my throat for the sake of eating it, I put my plate up with my unfinished pieces. I didn't feel "lacking" in anything. I participated in the Friday night dinner and didn't blow my diet. It felt great the next morning when I woke up realizing I was still on track.
Exercise is going well. I've noticed a slight improvement in my endurance. I know I'm not starting from square one and that it only gets better from hereon out so that makes me be o.k with working out. I don't dread it quite as much. I'm still not quite at the point where I feel free doing it, but like I said, I'm getting closer and closer every time I put those sneaks on.
Joining Weight Watcher's on Tuesday was fine. I am liking the new program - it's probably the reason for the increase in my smart choices. My official weigh-in was (drum roll please!) ...... 181.2 lbs.
Let me explain the number:
1. It was done in the evening,
2. I was wearing clothes,
and 3. I probably weighed a bit more because of Christmas but couldn't bring myself to step on the scale.
I am actually excited to weigh in on Tuesday. The first one is always the hardest I find. You have nothing to base it on, and you know you probably haven't been eating very well beforehand. When I've done the best that I can, I actually feel excitement in stepping on the scale. This whole journey 'aint that bad afterall.