The Big Picture

I woke up this morning, very excited. Almost like a kid at Christmas. Tuesday mornings have become a very exciting and anxious time for me. It's my weigh-in day. I chose to do it only one day a week so that I wouldn't become obsessed with the number on the scale. Somehow, that hasn't worked. I am still very preoccupied all day Monday with what tomorrow's numbers are gonna bring. I step on the scale, ready to see another 2-3 lb drop....only to be let down. I had only lost 1/2 lb.

Now....the upbeat and positive side of me said "Hey, at least it's a drop. You didn't stay the same and you didn't gain, so that's good." The other side of me, the darker, more negative side wanted to kick my own ass for not trying harder. I thought back to my week. What had I eaten? Had I missed a day at the gym? Why didn't I lose the weight? As far as the gym goes, I hadn't skipped a beat. Then, my husband reminded me that we had made a few bad food choices last week (mostly due to being too tired or busy to cook). We eat out every Sunday with my family, which takes its toll, but on top of that, we had ordered pizza one night and eaten out another time. I started feeling depressed.

Then, after a few moments of regret, I realized something. I'm in this for the long haul. This is life. Life is gonna throw bad days where cooking a healthy meal just isn't in the cards. Some days, you're in a crunch and have to swing by a drive thru. I'm not gonna stop "living"! I'm still doing well. On the days we do cook, we eat very healthy and I can't say that I will NEVER eat another piece of pizza again or stop going out to eat with my family......who would want THAT? I just have to remember that this is a lifestyle change, not a diet. I have to stick to a plan that is gonna work for me until the day I die and that plan....is gonna have a few more slices of pizza in it.....healthy or not!