Well, it's Friday and you know what that means. It means weigh-in day. It's such a fun day. Whatever. Down to the nitty gritty. I headed to weigh in this morning in the hopes of having lost some weight. The home scale said I was down, so I was hoping theirs would say the same. I got on the scale and was down 2.6 pounds. So, my horrific weekend did not kill me as badly as I thought. I really did want 4-5 pounds this week, but you know what? 2.6 is good. It's almost what I gained in a whole month, so I'm ok with that.
And I've decided I am not stressing this anymore. I have been so caught up with loosing x amount of weight by this day that I get upset when I don't hit those markers, then I just kinda give up. I feel like there's no point in doing what I know will work if I can't hit the goals I set for myself. So, I have decided I'm not stressing about it. I am going to do what I know works. I am going to focus on eating healthy. I am going to get back to exercising regularly. I am going to drink my water (which I did a poor job of this week). And I am going to cut myself some slack. I can loose this weight, I just have to stop beating myself up when I don't loose as much as I want.
My first goal is to loose what I gained. So, I gained 10.2 and lost 2.6 in the first week back. Now I have only 7.6 to go. Not bad for week 1.