A Quick Note... and Maybe a Goal or Two.

Last Friday morning I stepped on the scale about 50 times. Amongst all of the numbers it came up with (292, 213), 239 was the most consistent number. So that is what I went with. This morning I changed the battery on the scale. My new number and probably the correct number is 244. OUCH! I'm gonna go put the old battery back in!

Goals...
1. Kick coffee and creamer to the curb once and for all. I can't stand black coffee, so it has to go too. And fat free creamer is just plain nasty.
2. Pop has got to go too!
3. HFCS and processed foods - you're outta here....
4. Juicing in my juicer.
5. Water Water Water!!!

These goals are not new. Just a reminder.

A Pity Party for One.

I have no words, only shame. This is what greeted me this morning when I stepped on the scale after several months of eating and drinking whatever I could get my hands on. I truly don't know WHY I do this to myself. I am so uncomfortable in my clothes. I have always been uncomfortable in my own skin.

I do so well, lose 20 pounds and then lose focus. I celebrate my 20 pound loss with food, pop (or soda if you prefer), chocolate, cake, candy, ice cream. I stop exercising. I end up feeling like crap. I look like crap. My skin is terrible. My outlook is horrendous, a part of me just doesn't care. I want to eat what I want to eat when I want to eat it.

How BIG do I have to get, before I take my weight loss, my health seriously? 250? 300? I look at pictures of people who have lost 90. 100, 150 pounds and think WOW! HOW did they do THAT!! Lots of hard work and determination. Something I apparently am allergic to when it comes to weight loss.

So once again I will pull myself up by my bootstraps, put on my now "REALLY BIG" big girl panties, and get at it once again. It's time for the pity party to end.
My promise to myself... Today, I will do better than yesterday. Tomorrow I will do better than today. I have too. No ifs, ands, or BUTTS!