Fridays are the days that I “weigh-in” and officially “count” my weight. What this means is that I generally weigh myself throughout the week, but I don’t put much stock in what I see. So why do I do it? Compulsion, I suppose.
Yesterday’s weight, though, counts. I weighed myself 6 times – not a good sign, I know. Four of the six times, I was 180. Once I was 180.5, and once I was 179.5 (but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to put both feet on the scale). Even though I’d love to take the 179.5, I think it’s clear that I haven’t dropped that last half pound yet. No sense in lying to myself, right? There’s always next week!
I’m very happy to be back down to 180 again, again. Last Friday I was at 183, so this has been a very successful week. I knew it was going to be a good one, too. I could feel it. And I could see it in my food/exercise log, which I filled out faithfully everyday – and I had good foods in healthy amounts and exercise to log everyday.
I can’t stress to you how much easier it is to lose weight when you just do those simple things (eat right, exercise, and log them both). I don’t know why I’ve been resistant to doing it consistently again, especially since I know it works – it’s how I lost 75 pounds in a year in the first place.
Three pounds in a week. I’d say my reassessment helped – a lot.
Here’s to next week and finally breaking into the 170s!
