It’s weigh-in Friday, and it’s a positive one. 261 this morning, which is down three from the previous week, but still above my lows from a few weeks ago. The good best news I glean from this is that when I pay attention – when I eat intentionally – good things happen. Conversely, when I let my mind wander from the goal, bad things happen.
I suggest that the same is probably true for most, if not all, of us.
Now, I don’t want to tell you this was a perfect week of eating. I generally ate with intention, but I did have some white bread and a few other things that deviate from my good-sense plan. I’m taking a moment to pat myself on the back for mostly staying on-target this week because it was a particularly stressful work-week (Yes, the stress has worked itself out and all is well on that front, thanks for asking.)
Regardless, for those of you keeping score at home, that’s 39 weeks (hey, three full quarters) and 26 pounds. Not where I wanted to be at this point, but what’s past is past and there’s nothing to be gained from berating myself. What’s relevant is that a.) I know the path and b.) I’m headed down it. And, you know, 26 pounds lost so far? That’s respectable.
Full steam ahead.
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I’m not including this in your Monday Reading Assignment because I know some of you just don’t do the happy-smiley stuff, but you should go read this blog. I do like the happy-smiley stuff (and one day I’m going to assign you some Gretchen Rubin reading, like it or not), and I found Karen Salmansohn’s blog time well-spent.
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