Tough day with the kids today. They are both home for vacation week, and it was snowing, so we ended up staying home all day. Abby in particular got into a lot of mischief – acrobatics on the stairs, paint on the couch, whole packets of wipes blocking the toilet, and spills & messes galore. Upon discovering the second blocked toilet at bathtime, I was reduced to actual tears of frustration.
Standing there in the bathroom at the end of my rope, the urge to run downstairs and cram a large bar of chocolate in my mouth was almost palpable. I was stressed, and this is how I cope with stress – I eat. It took every ounce of willpower I had to resist that temptation. I figured coming here to write about it was one of the alternative coping mechanisms I could try.
I was a bit disheartened to only be down 0.4lbs at my weigh-in this morning. My cumulative total is still excellent (21 lbs in 7 weeks), so I shouldn’t really complain – I must focus on that. I’m grateful that I was in good enough physical shape to survive a 2 hour charity Zumbathon on Saturday without keeling over. However, I continue to be baffled by the daily fluctuations, and the differences between my home scale and the WW one. Sometimes they are less than 1 lb different, other days 2 lbs or more off. I like to be mentally prepared before I go to the official weigh-in, so today caught me off guard when my expected 1.5 lbs loss did not materialize. My disappointment has followed me around like a little black cloud all day.
However, I can’t allow this momentary hiccup to deter me from the bigger goal. I know I am doing all the right things and this weight WILL come off if I continue to be diligent. Sometimes you just have to “keep on keeping on”.