This morning the scales read 166.6! Finally back in to new territory. (My lowest weight before I got sick was 167.0)
Total weight lost: 87.8
Pounds to go: 21.6
Days to beach: 3
I had a hard week last week, but not nearly as bad a year's past. Often in the afternoon, I'd begin to think about how tired I was an how I would just suggest we go out for a quick meal. Almost immediately, I'd think that wasn't a good idea, and there were no real epic battles with regard to that. I struggled the most with 'sneeching' the term Margene coined to describe on plan cheating.
But rather than beat myself up over it. I recognize that I'm a long way from where I was three years ago, when I would have gone out for supper without a second thought. I would have eaten a lot too. I know I still have improvements to make, but that's OK. That is all part of life.
I've made great strides in the precheating area as well. I know I'm a long way from conquering that, but this morning when I saw a new low on the scales, I thought about how I'd really have to kick it up a notch for the next few days. I don't want to rebound while I'm gone. A thought like that would never have entered my mind years ago. I would have decided to eat, drink and be merry until I got back from the beach.
Life is good. The day is gorgeous. I've got a good bit to do to get the house ready for a sitter. For some reason I have to have the house clean enough to perform surgery on the bathroom floor before I go on a trip. It is that much worse when we're having a sitter. If there is some psychosis in that, I'll worry about it later. For now, I'll enjoy a clean house!
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