Tomorrow is my first weigh-day and I am feeling nervous. I REALLY want to see that scale move down a bit, but I'm just not sure what to expect. I really only made "small" changes this week, though important ones, so I'm not sure how those changes will be reflected in my actual weight.
But because I am all about celebrating victories... even non-scale victories... I will be proud of the fact that for the past week:
1. I didn't eat sweets, except for one skinny cow ice cream bar OR one fruit bar a night. I didn't eat cookies, or candy, or fudge rounds, or even one bite of my friend's awesome-looking desert at Red Robin. That's pretty big!
2. I didn't eat mindlessly at night after the boys are in bed. This too is huge for me, because my tendency is to flop on the couch and watch Bones on Netflix while snacking on whatever I can get my hands on. I did still sit on the couch watching Bones, but I allowed myself ONE of the treats mentioned above and That.Was.All.
3. I drank more water. I still drank Diet Pop, but I drank more water.
4. I took all my medications. For some reason, I had gotten out of the habit of taking my blood pressure medicine and my metformin, so I started doing that again this past week. And you know what? When I went to the doctor on Wednesday for my monster ear infection, my blood pressure was really good.
5. I stopped eating when I had had enough. I didn't eat until I was painfully full. I left food on my plate even!
6. I kept my goals in the forefront of my mind all week, and when I was tempted (and I was... A LOT!), I prayed and asked God to give me the strength I needed to be obedient to Him in this area.
So it is with fear and trembling that I face the scale tomorrow morning. And whatever it says, I will post here and be accountable. I hope with all that is in me to see it go down... but if it doesn't, I will celebrate the little victories and add more good choices into the mix this next week.
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