so. I woke up this morning after a night at the club with Dija, and hopped on the scale...I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the little needle was up a little bit higher than it was the last time I hopped on that scale. granted, it's a crap scale, so it doesn't always read me correctly. but I'm realizing that I could easily gain back my fourteen pounds (and may have already put on two or three of it) if I'm not careful. It's been a terrible week. I've had so many cheats. I don't have any excuses. I have had a lot on my mind, but that doesn't warrant bad habits...in fact it should dissuade them.
I WANT TO KEEP ON LOSING THIS WEIGHT! I don't want to go back up to what I was. I want to keep on losing it. It's only been recently that I've realized I'm not just talking about the physical stuff...there is a burden that I'm really trying to release right now. It's taking a lot of shaking off in order to really stand tall. I want to stand tall, and I want to be proud of my body. I don't want to feed it brownie sundaes, cookies, burgers, and pizza (which are just some of the things I've polluted it with this week). I want to be proud.
It's just such a struggle when I'm out with friends and they say, "oh, just have one drink..." And it wouldn't, if it were a light beer. But it's a margarita, or a chocolate martini. And then I'm down 600 calories and it's 10 PM.
This week=super serious week in Beth's diet life. That means no carbs after 8, lots of veggies, very minimal eating out, and five visits to the gym. I'll weigh myself on the gym scale next Sunday and see where I'm at.
Loving myself so that I can love others,
--Beth
