Ok, trying to keep the chin up this week. I was hoping to be further along in my overall weight loss. I weighed in at 189 so I gained a pound this week. OK, when I read the first three sentences together, I think to myself, “Really? Ya gonna be upset about a pound?” Well, not so much. I am grateful it was not more weight gain and I’m not above the dreaded 190 threshold. It’s just that at week seven, I was hoping to have lost at least 10 lbs. and its only been 6. According to what I was hoping to be accomplishing at this exact point, I was wanting to be at 14 lbs lost. I feel like I lost the whole month of May because for the whole month of May I lost only 1 pound. (Yes, the crazy tracker person in me has been monitoring this on a calendar.)
I truly have not been 100% back to the clean eating I was before my back flared up. My emotions are very tied to my eating habits and I need to find a better way to wrangle that to the ground. I just can’t give up now…I need to get to the grocery store and get some good things back into my pantry. The lack of that in the house is making it harder because I reach for the bad stuff. Which translated, means a food run to Wendy’s. Not so good….
Time to put on my big girl pants and keep moving forward. Feeling bad is not going to get this done….“Shut up Negative Nelly! A food run for one last time to Wendy’s is not helpful!” See what I mean? I feel bad about not being further in my weight loss…which in turn what does Negative Nelly in my mind want to do? Eat! Seriously, when is this carousel ride ever gonna be over?
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34 lbs to go!