Saturday Scale Says

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!