Well, here we are. Monday morning. Weigh-in day. And I decided that today would be my monthly weigh in, because it’s been four weeks and I’m antsy to get moving on the next month.
So, what was my reaction when I stepped on the scale this morning, you ask? It was the following:
Now, guessing game! Who wants to guess if that was out of happiness or blind rage?
(this is starting to remind me of a chain letter with those dots…scroll down and if you read this post and tell 15 others to read this post, your crush will call you at 9pm!! Oooh!)
Oh, right. The scale.
Fine, I’ll tell you.
I really couldn’t believe it. That’s down 4.8 from last week. Crazytown, USA. It also means I’ve lost a total of 16 pounds, and that I’m only 1 pound away from my NOVEMBER goal! This is great for two reasons (in addition to just being inherently great):
1) It’s like my version of weight watcher Flex points, but Flex Pounds or something. Holidays and all. I don’t want to make excuses, but every day or every week won’t be perfect and weeks like this help in case I falter later on. Not that I want to or that I plan to. I’m just trying to be realistic and be aware of the possibility.
2) If I keep weighing in ahead of my targets, I could maybe even reach a normal weight by next year. An extra 20 pound loss spread out over a year is about 1.7 pounds a month. I've definitely gotten that so far. However, in addition to thinking about failing, I also don’t like thinking about “the end result” too much. I did that last time and I think it’s good to an extent, but too much of it can lead me to forget about what I’m doing in the present, does that make sense?