Well I thought I had done pretty good this week. I feel good, I thought something was different. I was looking forward to WIW wanted to see if I was doing some thing right.
I stepped on the scale this morning at 6am (Evan...Grrrr) My mind was foggy, my eyes where still blurry, I wanted a coffee bad! But I wanted my results to be the best they could be. Meaning I didn't want any coffee adding to my number. Tired or not it had to be done now. I didn't believe it at first. I stepped off, then on again, yup the number was right. I'd gone down to 218.4! That's 3.6 pounds. I know not a huge number, but much better then the numbers I've been getting prior to this. I guess I'm doing something right. I'm proud that I got a 3 pound loss with out the aid of diet plan or personal trainer. I feel pretty good about the numbers I see. I remember my first ticker being over whelming! The left to loss number was so high I thought the time would never come when I felt comfortable. I look at the 50 some odd pounds I want to loss with a "I can do this and this is doable" attitude.
On the other hand I feel like I've been hit with a Mac Truck. I know I'm feeling a little sad these days simply because tomorrow is the anniversary of my Mom's funeral. Meaning the week prior was a blurr or crazy relatives and well sadness. I always feel a little irritable about this time. But it's never translated into physical crap. I hope it's just my hectic schedule catching up with me.
Well that's it for me.
Have a good week ladies.