Good morning my darlings, I hope everyone made it through the season of good cheer without a scratch or a kerfuffle. I hope happiness and bliss reigned supreme. For me, at the moment exhaustion has set in. Everyone has returned to their separate domains to rule their own castles and I am looking in the mirror wondering how those bags got under my eyes.
Okay I don’t actually wonder, I pretty much know.
I just want to know how long they have been large enough to carry the entire wardrobe of a diva on tour.
I love the holidays, I really do. I know I complain, but I love seeing everyone and taking the time to actually spend time together. It so rarely happens that it is fun. There are however a lot of high drama folks in my world and once they get together they start to feed on the energy produced, both good and bad and occasionally the best course is to just retreat to a chair with a bowl of popcorn until intermission.
And as enjoyable as it it is, I always end the holidays feeling worn out.
That said, I am both pleased and frustrated by the number the scale revealed to me this morning. True, I did miss a large number of my workouts as there were more important things to worry about than my waistline. So it is gratifying to see at least a little loss instead of a gain. The frustrating part is just being so close to that forty pounds down mark and still not quite getting there.
I know I’ll get there, I do, I just want to go ahead and move on. I have to say, I have not been this obsessive about passing one of my goals until now. I think there are two reasons why this one is standing out in my mind. The first is that this fall/winter (with the odd temperature changes I can’t really remember where one ended and the other started as they seem to have united to wrestle the thermometer away from summer and now that they have it are playing some sort of odd capture the flag game with it. I have no idea who is winning as I lost track of the score.) I have been up and down on the scale more than I expected.
It feels like I have been trying to reach that forty pound loss forever.
The second reason this one stands out in my mind is that once I pass the forty pounds down (206.0), my next 10 lbs goal marker is 196 lbs. as we all know that would put my weight under the 200 lbs mark. No longer would my weight start with a two. And that goal is so delicious I can taste it. The aroma of it has been wafting in my direction, making my mouth water for months.
I try not to get too obsessed by the numbers, but that is a big one. We all have our focus points and to have my weight start with a one is one of mine. Most of the time I can ignore the scale but I have to be honest, this time, I am watching the numbers even though I really shouldn’t.
I’ll try not to be too obnoxious about it.
Although, the happy dance will be epic.
To the stats!
Starting weight: 246 lbs
Last week’s weight: 206.4 lbs
This week’s weight: 206.2 lbs
Weight lost this week: 0.2 lbs
Weight lost thus far: 39.8 lbs
Weight left to lose (apx): 83.2 lbs
And so we keep on moving forward. I may want everything right now, but I know I have to work for it a percentage of a pound at a time. Reminding myself that this year was the first Christmas where I didn’t actually gain weight helps. And a 0.2 lbs loss is still a loss.
Next week begins a new year and even though I know it will bring its own ups and downs with it, I am going to work really hard to remember to leave this year’s ups and downs in the past and not let them weigh down my thoughts any more than I keep around the pounds I’ve already lost, no matter how many that turns out to be when the clock strikes midnight on the first and 2020 begins. Now begins the rest and reflection time as I ready for the new year, hopefully heading into it with a slightly different perspective than last year and plans in place to make it a great one.