Well, the .6 that I gained last week came off this week. Yay! I'm headed back in the right direction.
I was hoping for more - I felt like there should have been more. My bathroom scale had me down a full 1 (granted, it only measures in 1/2 pound increments). But I've been feeling smaller around the middle.
I'm trying to feel good about this week's loss. The negative part of me keeps on insisting on turning this positive into something bad. It keeps saying that I essentially haven't made any progress over the past 3 weeks. That I should be doing better. Blah Blah Blah.
I know that isn't true. It doesn't matter that the scale has essentially not moved in 3 weeks. My eating has been more mindful. It's been healthier. And that is a very important improvement. I'm feeling in control of my eating (instead of the food controlling me) and that is also very important.
Yet why do I feel disappointed? Why isn't that enough? What is it in me that wants the best of everything and won't settle for good enough? I don't know. This has to be enough. Because those are the changes that are going to get me to a healthy weight and will keep me there.
