Success is best measured in small doses

This sunday was AWESOME! I had a huge and unbelievable loss.  5.8 lbs.  It was especially cool because I was expecting a gain.  So this week I started on an upswing.  I haven't been good all week but I have been tracking absolutely everything! I feel proud of myself for that.  Recently i find that i have been running away from the tracking.  As if not tracking would somehow mean I wouldn't feel bad about eating it.  Since it wasn't permanently down on paper but I think that this is the best way to do it.

This week its been an entirely different issue.  I have the bad habit of weighing myself almost everyday just to check how much my weight is fluctuating, its strange but this week I have been gaining wait steadily everyday the scale goes up.  I am of course driving myself crazy with this but I cannot help it.  It seems that the more I concentrate on tracking and following the plan the more I begin to obsess on what the scale says.  Of course this week I'm supposed to be getting my period and that can affect my weight too as I retain water.  Jeez the issues of being a female trying to lose weight.  I think I just need to keep tracking and keep working out and let the chips fall where they may, although I just know if they don't fall where I want them to I'm going to be really upset.  Which will likely derail me and that's the worse because I'm really closer to goal then I would have ever believed and now is when it is getting the hardest!! But, positive thoughts and attitude! I can do this, and 5 lbs up is better than 15 or 50, which I am very capable of. So here's to my lost 5.8 and to my tracking EVERYTHING and to staying on plan no matter what my home scale says:)

Progress, no matter how small

So yesterday I tracked my food.  I didn't stay within my points.  My friend came over the day before yesterday and she had purchased a pint of Haagen Dazs ice cream.  I thought she had finished it so when I looked in the freezer yesterday imagine my surprise to see that it was still there.  Not all of it.  She had eaten about a third, but if you have ever read a Haagen Dazs label you'll know that two thirds is a whole lot of everything.  I fought myself, walked away, drank water, ate lunch, but to no avail.  I eventually ate it, but I also made sure that I tracked it.  And so I went through my day.  Actually ended up tracking today what I had last night, but I tracked it.  That's what matters.  Today we will see were the day takes me.  I have plans for working out but also for staying active by doing laundry and my hair, but again, we'll have to see where the day takes me, because I have a book that I'm reading and when it comes to reading I will totally put everything off just so I can read one more page.  Anyhow, I feel that this battle is about to get really uphill for me, but what matters is that I fight it, right? And, it's the sum of the battles won that ultimately wins the war. So I've got my armor on, and I'm off to the field. Pray for me.