It’s official. I have an entire month of dieting behind me.
This is actually kind of a Big Deal. I don’t remember the last time I stuck with a diet for more than a couple of weeks (hence the extra 40-or-so pounds hanging around). So to make it four whole weeks…and have a loss each week (no matter how small!) is kind of awesome.
So, remember last week when I said that I ate ALL THE FOOD? And I confessed about the Apple Jacks and then rallied on with cries of, “Tomorrow is a new day!”? Well…it turned out that “tomorrow” was much of the same, and by the end of Tuesday night my sugar bender had me in the dumps and ready to quit because THERE ARE NO ROUTINE SUGAR BENDERS ON DIETS.
On Wednesday I woke up and somehow managed to get it together.
I tracked points like I had never tracked points before.
I made wise choices and feasted on things like oatmeal and green smooties worth only two points each. I wrote down every.little.thing I ate.
And then last night…on Sunday, the day before weigh-in, I told Charles that I would go to the meeting on Monday but that I wouldn’t be weighing in. That I’d use my “free pass” and just attend to get refocused and find my motivation.
He gave me a hard time. I whined. I protested. I told him he “didn’t understand what it felt like to be bloated.” I was determined not to get on that scale.
I woke up this morning realizing that I was ridiculous. That a gain would be well-deserved after the binge eating from earlier in the week, and that a loss would be well-deserved after the last four days of diligent point tracking I’d put in. So either way – I had earned whatever number that scale was going to give, and it wasn’t going to stop this diet.
I weighed in.
And I was rewarded with a .6/pound loss. Small but mighty, too – this number drops me into a new weight bracket. My entire loss – after a month of dieting – is 5.6 pounds, and most of that was lost in the first week. The little losses aren’t as exciting. But they are adding up.
I’m still in a place where five pounds doesn’t feel like much. My clothes are still too tight, my body doesn’t look any different, and I don’t really notice the lost weight. But I’m hoping to feel a difference in a few more pounds.
Just keep me away from the Apple Jacks.