The last 6 weeks have been tough. Rather than submerging everyone in mope town detailing everything, I’m pressing on, wearing my positive pants.
Today was my second week back at WW. Last week, I had to force myself out of the bed and down the road to my meeting. After a few weeks of eating all the things all the time, the impending weigh-in doom had me beating myself up. As usual, I found myself wondering why I left it so long to go back. Then I weighed in and lost 2 lbs. Let me tell you, I have no idea how that happened. Looking back, I didn’t track anything, so I’m really not sure how I managed it. I decided it was good karma and accepted the loss with open arms.
This week, even though I had been spurred on by my magic loss, I found it incredibly difficult to track. I think it might have something to do with my scattered routine. I’m never up at the same time or doing the same thing two days in a row and I’m definitely not planning my meals. Very bold, I know. Still, I managed another 2 lbs bringing me down to 15 stone 12, the lightest I have been in about 5 years. Crazy.
With Christmas looming, I’m curious about how I’ll handle the holidays. I’m by no means scared of them, just curious. Getting through the last few weeks has opened my eyes a little. It’s not all doom and gloom when you eat something you shouldn’t; the world won’t end. Just pick yourself up and move on. Before you know it, whatever has happened in your life or on the scales will be in the past and you will be back on track.
