3.5!

Lost 3.5 pounds this week!  I’m sure it’s mostly water weight, since I’m near the beginning of this journey, but it was still VERY nice to see this morning!  Yaay, me!  W00T!!!!

There is something that’s tempering my excitement, though.  Years ago, my husband gave me a football jersey that I wear once a year – the Friday before the Civil War game.  When he gave it to me, it hung on me.  I swam in it.  Last year I put it on and instead of hanging on me, it… fit.  Since my college’s Civil War is tomorrow, I’m wearing it today.  It’s… “snug.” 

Belly-hugging snug.

“Is she 6 months pregnant or just fat?” snug.

Bleh.

So I’m definitely aware that I still have a long way to go, and I don’t feel “safe” enough to let down my guard for the weekend.  Weekends are always a challenge for me any way, and I’ve got a Christmas Party tomorrow to survive enjoy.  My goal for the weekend will be to exercise both days, as well as to stay as close to my calorie limit as possible.

I don’t think I’ll feel like I’m truly on my way this time until I’ve shed another 5.5 pounds, which would be a total of 10 gone, or even make it to 230 or below, which is 6.5 pounds away.  I’d really like see if I can shed that 6.5 before December ends.  That’s exactly 4 weeks away, and it is a do-able goal if I stay focused, so that’s what I’m aiming for.  It’s within sight! 

It is December, though, and there are going to be the usual temptations the holidays always bring.  With that in mind, I’m making this promise to myself:  If I succumb to those temptations, I will forgive myself and get right back on track. I will forgive myself if I don’t shed that 6.5 in 4 weeks.  It’s not the end of the world; it’s not the end of my progress.  It’s a stumble.  And the only way to avoid a fall after stumbling is to take another step.  I might find myself closer to the side of the road than I would like, possibly even on the shoulder, but I will still be on the road.  And the sooner I get rolling again, the sooner I’ll be able to get to goal.