My weight, that is. That dream I had of losing 50 pounds by Mother's Day? Just that. A dream. It didn't happen. Not only did I miss my goal, I lost a net .2 pounds in the last week. That's kinda crappy progress.
The good news is, I'm okay with that. Would I be happier if I'd lost more last week? DUH! Of course. But I am certainly not going to quit, so why get all pissy about one silly little arbitrary goal? I'm still sitting here over 45 pounds lighter and two jeans sizes smaller so I'm doing okay.
Some of you out there who know me might be surprised at my positive attitude in the face of adversity. (Sounds dramatic, right? lol) I know I'm surprised. I expected to be a lot more upset about not making it. God knows that's what my past experiences would suggest. But I had a fabulous Mother's Day. I spent all day with my family, played like a little kid, ate good food (but not too much), and celebrated all of the moms in my life. I guess a fantastic day like that makes what the scale is telling me a little less important.
Until next week when I show that b!tch who's boss. lol
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I'm glad. Don't let that .2 lbs ruin the 45 lbs!
ReplyDeleteI love the last line! Great attitude! I am struggling and will blog about it today at some point! You keep me motivated!
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