Will I Actually Be a Loser?
Friends of mine have organized a weight loss competition in the style of the famous tv show. We'll all put up some money, and on January 1, whoever loses the biggest percentage of body weight wins it all. I am excited and nervous about the whole thing.
Last Friday was the first official weigh-in. 170 pounds (I'm starting a policy of full disclosure, no more skirting around the numbers.) I was pumped up to get going, ready to eat right. Ready to exercise. Then I looked at my calendar. I had a food themed get together where we all brought dishes made with apples and shared them. Apple dumplings, apple muffins, apple butter, and a salad with apples made their way into my tummy. I ate small portions, and didn't feel like I did too badly Still coming up is a moms night out at a local restaurant and countless temptations there. I will try to find a way to eat healthily there and still have a good time. I am once again realizing how heavily geared toward food my social life is, and that likely isn't going to change. Instead I have to find the way to deal with those situations.
I had successes and failures this week. I'm pretty proud that when my husband brought home a cherry pie from a local bakery that I took one bite and stopped. I'm pleased with myself that when we had the local pizza place deliver our dinner that I ordered the Greek Salad, and only put the tiniest amount of dressing on it. I certainly could have eaten less at the great apple get together, and I surely should have exercised more.
One week later, when I stepped on the scale, there was no huge surprise. I'd weighed every day this week even if that goes against the rules of weight loss. I can't help it. The scale calls to me every morning. I didn't expect a huge loss, and I didn't get one. However, I did lose one pound. One pound that completely pleases me and disappoints me simultaneously. I wanted a bigger loss for week one to jump start me to my next weight loss goal. Yet, I know that a pound is a pound. Something is better than nothing. I choose to focus on what I can do better and shoot for 2 pounds next week.
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