scale anxiety

Tomorrow morning begins with that weekly meeting between me and that scale. I usually start dreading the moment a full 24 hours in advance. I woke up this morning, entered the bathroom, and found myself looking at the scale with paralyzing fear, knowing full well that I would have to face it tomorrow morning naked and vulnerable. On one end I am proud of my accomplishments this week and think that no matter what I should not worry what the number says. Realistically, however, I know that if that number hasn't budged or worse, gone up, my motivation will fall dramatically and completing that last run and swim of the week, will be overwhelmingly difficult. Good thing I am naturally buyant so my lack of will and arm movement won't sink me to the bottom of the pool.  I will, however, nobly step on that scale in the morning and hope for the best.

2 weeks down

So I started to do the tedious food journal again. I know that I should have  better attitude about it, but let's face it, it is tedious. I am two weeks into this new goal and have honestly slipped quite a bit this last second week. See my friend BJ who used to live here,  was in town and he always wants to go out to eat at his old haunts. Since I live in a small to middle size town in Idaho, none of these places are healthy. The burger and fry joint one night was followed by the gyro and fry place the other.  I was doing really well and lost 1.8 pounds the first week. When I approached the scale after a week of drinking and socializing more, I had gained 3.5 pounds.. Oi.. losing weight is damn near impossible it seems. I am getting back on that horse tomorrow... that's right, I am shooting for the 500 calorie deficit every day this week. Starting Monday at 7:00 am.