This morning when I woke up and weighed myself I was overjoyed to see the number 285 on the scale. I did it! I got past the plateau of 290. I had been grinding for a little over a week. I was second guessing myself, the program, even my scale (maybe there's some sort of glitch that happens around 290). I had been sticking to my 5 and 1 plan fairly rigidly, but I would worry about things like the time I had eaten the macaroni and cheese that remained on the spoon after making lunch for my sons, I was sabotaging my weight loss.
This good news was especially welcome after struggling yesterday. I went to a day-long teacher workshop hosted by a local community college. Lunch was catered in. Since I didn't know what it would be, I brought my own fuelings. It turned out to be salad, pasta, and breadsticks and it smelled really good. But there was no way I could stick to the plan with those choices. I tried to sit in the commons area eating my bar and working on my laptop, but the smell kept distracting me. Finally, I decided I just needed to leave. I got up, went outside (luckily it was a gorgeous day), and went for a walk around the campus during lunch break.
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