For those of you that have been following me and have read my scale struggles and my vow to stay off of it until Monday....well I caved! I did good for 3 days though. I didn't get on it one time! I was quite proud and feeling "skinny" . I just knew when I got on it that the magic number 59 would be there! Well it was not, instead I was up 5 pounds and pissed. I have been so so good for the last several days. Drinking my water, eating the right foods. I only had one day this week that I was struggling. After that I regretted 2 things. I regretted getting on it and then I wondered if by NOT getting on it was the cause for the gain. But what I did after made me proud. I went and ate a good breakfast, sucked down my water and continued on being good and making the right choices. In the past I would have said screw it and just ate what I wanted. Not this time. Instead it made me more determined. I even went out and shoveled and anyone who knows me knows I detest shoveling! But I wanted to burn some calories and it needed to be done anyway. This morning I realized WHY I was up 5 lbs and without elaborating I will just say its a womanly thing. This morning I was back down that 5 and feeling lighter then ever. Although I was back on the scale this morning, I decided it was ruling my life and getting on once a day or maybe every other day is ok, but not all day, several times a day etc. Just crazy. Morning weigh in only. And if it doesn't say what I like it will not wreck my day.
This afternoon, Ronan and I hit up Marshalls and for the first time since losing weight, I actually bought myself something. I started this journey in a 26/28 pants and a 3x sometimes 4x shirt. My clothes have not been fitting for quite sometime but I told myself not until I lost a significant amount of weight would I part with them or buy anything. This last week I couldn't even walk without them falling down and stepping all over them plus my shirts are falling off of my shoulders and Ronan comes over and says "Mom, your boobs are hanging out", even though they weren't lol. I thought maybe I was a 22 since my "Christmas goal" jeans that I just got from my mom were a 24 and they are a little loose suddenly. I grabbed a pair of "22" jeans and went to try them on. They fit PERFECT! Plus even better they were from Lane Bryant and normally cost 90.00 and at Marshalls were only 20.00! Love a good deal! I was shocked when I looked down and saw they were a size 18/20! I have not been that size since I met Ron 11 years ago!! What a moment for me. I was beyond thrilled. I know this journey will continue for sometime, but to just see those size pants on me made me so proud and I just know my Pepere is smiling from the Heavens. He got me started on this journey and I will not give up! I will get there. There will be good days and there will be bad days but I am worth putting in all the effort that I can. So maybe those pants ran big, maybe they didn't but I don't really care. As of today I own a pair of 18/20 pants!
I love your dedication and commitment. You are doing a great job and have a lot to be proud of. We all slip and fall sometimes but getting back up and brushing it off shows a lot of character. I weigh in once a week on Saturdays because thats what works best for me. When I had a scale at home I was to obsessed with it so I weigh myself at work. I put my number in a book. I put a star next to my number for my girl time of the month. It gives me something to look back on and to figure out why my number is the way it is up or down. And what I did right and what I did wrong. Your body weighs different at different times of the day. So i do it at the same time on the same day.Go Tiff We are all routing for the happier healthier you!!
ReplyDeleteNice Job Tiff!!!! Your blogs are great and I enjoy reading them. I am working on dropping some pounds and your motivation to keep at it is inspiring. Keep up the good work!
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