Counting down Week 1

This morning arrived bright and early. Okay, not so bright but definitely early! I got up with my alarm versus hitting snooze 12 times as is my normal ritual. Although getting up on time and not arriving even a minute late to work was worth it, it still sucked. In a big way. Like a really big way. I'm so not a morning person. I fake it really well, but that's all it is. An act. Thank goodness I'm not addicted to caffein. I'd have to drink an entire pot of coffee in the morning just to get going.

Today I was able to eat breakfast at home while standing at the counter. Not the most ideal but at least it wasn't in my car. I'm making progress. Less than a week ago I didn't even eat breakfast. Now I not only eat breakfast but I nourish my body every two to three hours. I take suppliments twice a day and drink a minimum of 64 ounces of water every day. I'm starting to feel good.

I didn't feel nearly as stressed about food today. I think I proved to myself that I can handle temptations if I choose to. That's a pretty big deal for me. No, a really big deal. For as long as I've been trying to lose weight I've always had an excuse. If we were going out to eat I had an excuse. If we were grocery shopping, I had any number of excuses to explain away the crap I was tossing in the cart. Not to mention the excuses for snacking, nibbling, running by for fast food or calling for delivery. Anyone, and I do mean anyone, can make excuses if they want to. Even if they don't recognize it at the time, they are setting themselves up and allowing it to happen. I don't pretend to have all the answers. I don't pretend that I'm never going to slip up or that I've got it all figured out after six days. What I know is that for once in my life I'm taking care of me. I'm listening to my doctor and following my plan. There happens to be a lot of power in my decision. You wouldn't think something so small would have such an impact but it has. I can't say what's different this time around. I'm not sure I want to know. If I find out I might make an excuses or look for a way around it.

Tomorrow I'll meet with my doctor for my one week weigh-in/check-up. I'm excited to see what she has to say. I think she'll be mildly surprised. I have a few questions that I need to ask her and am looking forward to her answers. I have an idea that what she has to say will only reinforce the good progress I feel like I've been making.

Now for today's results: This morning I weighed in at 198.2 for a loss from yesterday of .2 and a total loss of 7.8 pounds. I almost let my self be dissapoined that I didn't lose more. I then reminded myself that any loss is a good loss and considering it was .2 lbs from yesterday should count for something. So, I set it out of my mind. I'm sure that I could have convinced myself very easily to give in for the day. I'm sure that I could have thought "What's the point?" I didn't though. I didn't let me get me down. I ate breakfast and lunch and did everything else I was supposed to throughout my day. When dinner rolled around and I made dinner for my husband and son, I wasn't tempted to "have a little taste". I need to write this on an index card and carry it around for future reminders. A really good day and an incrdible week. I'm officially out of the 200's for the last time in my life!