Oh, Wednesday.
Again I am excited to see the numbers drop on the scale...and I'm not sure what to expect this week, because I haven't been hopping up on the scale EVERY morning. This is intended to be better for me so that I don't get discouraged if I see the numbers go up or if they stay the same. This is what JC recommends, and what I'm used to doing..for the most part...but it kills me just a little. I am a perfectionist, and he's given me a huge goal for this month...so to relinquish some control was not easy.
Starting weight: 292.1
1st weigh-in: 286.8
2nd weigh-in: 280.1
3rd weigh-in: 276.4
That's a drop of 3.7 pounds this week. Not bad, not bad...why am I so disappointed? Total loss in 3 weeks = 15.7 pounds...and I should be rejoicing as that's an average loss of over 5 pounds per week. All I need to do now is drop 14.3 pounds next week to attain a 30 pound drop this month. Gaaaahhhh...sometimes this is so frustrating.
So, what happens now? How do I pick myself up after not losing an astounding amount of weight? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with a loss...but as always, I have high and somewhat unrealistic expectations and that sets me up for failure sometimes. However, I have a perfect way to counteract this...no, not by trying on clothing that I don't think I can fit into in my closet (that'll come later). For now...I need some perspective.
This is a pound of butter:
I have lost almost 16 of these.
This is a five pound bunch of carrots:
I have lost over 3 times this much!
And this is a 15 pound cat:
I have lost a rather large feline...and at least 3 mice on top of that.
Attitude adjusted. I'm ready for my day.
