Yesterday was my weigh-in. Take a look at my chart!
Looks like a loss to me!
Wait a minute… something looks funny about that picture… is that picture an upside down, mirror image of the chart?
Guilty. Here’s the chart for reals:
Up two more pounds. I’m decidedly much calmer about it this week than I was last week, when I flipped out and binged. Remember how, last week, I told myself that this bullshit had to stop? Well, it stopped for a few days, and then I got lax about everything. I didn’t work out at all over the weekend. I didn’t eat poorly over the weekend, but I probably could have eaten better, or, at least eaten more appropriately-sized portions.
Those two pounds are not a surprise.
I’m trying to stay on program but it’s tough. I’m lacking in motivation. I’m still trying to eat well and exercise, but none of it is exciting me. I’ve been opening my fridge and sighing lately, instead of getting excited about what I could make. Working out has become a chore.
Yesterday I took my first class at Slimmons in about two weeks, and the class was fun and more difficult than normal, so that was helpful. Richard ended the class by reminding us of this:
“We’re here to take care of each other, and be kind to each other, and to take care of ourselves, and be kind to ourselves. Everything else is just icing.”
That is what’s important, isn’t it? Of those four goals, the last one has always been the toughest for me. So today, I’m going to try to squash every negative thought I have about myself. I’m not going to think about those two pounds and conclude that I’m any less of a person or any kind of failure. I’ve lost 165 pounds, goddamnit. Two pounds is nothing. NOTHING.
Time to shoot off some emails and then go to the gym.
Keep it up, David.