It was just a little sprinkling of snow that managed to make it down to earth through the wicked wind storm that blew threw our town yesterday. My sons are very excited that it's FINALLY winter. It is, after all, less than a week before Halloween and we always have snow for Halloween. So, I'll be thankful for our borrowed weeks of fall and welcome winter with open arms.
Besides...I'll be lying under the tropical sun in just over a week, so what do I care?
I'm down 0.7 lbs this week.
I'm happy with that. Could have been worse, given my caloric intake this week. And quite frankly, I'm sick of these big losses, because they tend to end with big gains. This yoyo'ing is getting old.
It's like a connection has been broken in my brain. The connection that makes you realize that what you're putting in your mouth will affect your weight? That one? Gone.
Where it went? I don't know. What broke it? Still not sure. But I do know that I hope it fixes itself, or comes back or does whatever it needs to do for me to NOT GAIN THIS WEIGHT BACK.
You hear it all the time. In studies, on other people's weight loss blogs, in other people's lives, in my own experience. Most people don't keep their weight off once they've lost a significant amount of weight. And, my friends, I'm freaking out about it.
I canNOT go back to being that big. No, no, no.
One day at a time, Amanda Daybyday. One day at a time.
The good news is that last night, when all I wanted to do was flop in front of the TV with some yummy, yummy, junky food...I got on the treadmill instead. I earned me my 3 AP's that I needed to make my 28 for the week and then didn't eat anything and went to bed.
So, I made one goal. Didn't make another. But still saw a loss. Off to another day and one more week before my holiday.