My scale broke. I'm not being very moderate. My pants all still fit, but my mind feels bleh. I am trying to find the place in my mind where I can do this. I don't seem to be able to find it. The only think that is sparking my interest in meeting my goals is just that. My goals. Fifty-two pounds in fifty-two weeks. The last time I posted a weigh-in was April 11. I was at 198 at that point. Thankfully my maintenance has been good. I'm at 194 80% of the time but only spike up to 197 or so when I truly overindulge more than I moderate. I'm not congratulating myself for losing four pounds in four months. I am proud of myself for not gaining twenty pounds this time Chickadee regressed. I have twenty one weeks left. Aprill 11 I was ahead of the game. I only had 24.5 pounds left to go and 38 weeks left. Now I have 20.5 pounds left to go and twenty-one weeks. That. That right there. That invigorates me. I can do that. I can overcome that challenge, I ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.