Danger zone

Something about gray, rainy weather induces a desire to sit on the couch, cuddle with a blanket & book and snack. And then snack again. As a matter of fact, I went over my calorie goal yesterday by almost 500 calories. So, I just knew that this morning I'd have either held steady or gained a wee bit of weight back.

See, I know it's not a great idea to weigh in daily - you naturally have ups and downs on a day to day basis, due to water retention or whatever, and have to be able to accept if you go up a bit one day. But I do it because even that little bit of weight lost daily keeps this transformation top of mind for me and acts a the motivation I need to keep going.

So knowing that I didn't exercise yesterday AND went over calories, I was bracing myself for the number on the scale. Then I looked, and it was considerably lower.

That's the danger zone.

It always happens....a couple days in, I'm doing everything right and seeing weight loss. Then I'll slack a little, either not walk or skip the elliptical or have a pudding cup, and still see loss for a few days. I'll start to convince myself that I can slack every day, just a little bit, and it'll be ok. "You did it yesterday and lost a pound, maybe you can do it every day and keep losing the weight!" I start to think, forgetting that thinking that way contributed to me being in this state in the first place.

This time, I'm not convincing myself of anything. I am observing, noting, recording and assessing what I've learned. Because my rational mind knows that doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result is insane, which I certainly am not. Something must change and it doesn't happen tomorrow or next week, it happens today. Today is the day. Always.