Morning Weight: 179.8
In case you’re wondering if that was a typo, let me say it loud and clear: I’M OUT OF THE 180’s. Woohoo! (Picture me here doing the happy dance)
Do you know how this feels? Like I’m on a caffeine high. Like I just won a Pulitzer Prize. Heck, like I’ve just won Publisher’s Clearinghouse or the Pillsbury Bake-Off! If you’ve never been heavy then maybe you can’t relate. But if you are, or have ever been a little more “fluffy” than you’d like, let me tell you, getting into another weight bracket matters.
I can hear the cynics now. “It’s only by 2 ounces.” My response? SO WHAT?! Yes, it might be water weight. Yes, it might be back up those 2 ounces tomorrow. Still, so what? Today it isn’t. Today I accomplished something and today I am proud.
Let me tell you why it matters—the other day my two-year-old daughter pointed to a picture on my nightstand. “Aunt Beth,” she said. I didn’t see her pointing and said, “Oh, you love Aunt Beth?” Then I saw her little finger pointing to the picture. Only the picture wasn’t of “Aunt Beth,” who happens to be my thinly beautiful twin. It was of me…on my wedding day…weighing 137 pounds. She thought it was my sister. My own daughter didn’t recognize me. And it wasn’t the first time. One time my best friend and I were going through my wedding photo album. Her son, who was four at the time, looked at me in the pictures then looked at me standing there and told me matter-of-factly that the face in the pictures didn’t match my face. If there had been a hole anywhere in the vicinity that day I would’ve crawled in and hidden.
Kids are honest. They can be cruel without meaning to be. And the worst part is that they were both right. I do look like my sister when I’m thin. But right now I’m not. I want my kids to know the real me. And I’m getting there. So getting into the 170’s matters, because it means I’m one step closer to the 160’s then the 150’s then the 140’s. It means I’m finally making progress—and progress counts, ounce for ounce.
How did your day go today? Did you get some exercise? Did you eat one less thing today? Did you drink more water? Don’t measure your success by pounds or by whether or not you went the whole mile—every step—every ounce—every choice counts.
Here’s how my day shaped up:
Breakfast: Coffee, 1 piece multi-grain toast with 1 tsp. strawberry jam, 2 eggs
Lunch: Leftover Turkish potato salad—1 cup (darn those carbs)
Dinner: Pasta Bake (but only 1 ½ cups, not my usual platter…and I used Dreamfields low carb pasta—we’ll see how it shapes up on the scale in the morning…I’m a bit worried).
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