I thought it might be time to introduce you to my little friend... my weekly nemesis...my fear... Depending on the week I have had the names for this friend go from nice to really not so nice.
Yep this is the Dr.'s Scale. Every week I go in and take off my jacket, put my purse down, shoes come off and then I step on. Believe me if this thing wasn't in the hallway of her office I would strip off more some weeks. But I want to keep some composure and not look like I am totally desperate to see a lower number each week.
Things go well for a while. On average I loose 1-2 pounds each week. But then after a few weeks. I hit a "plateau" - I am there right now.
I have been bouncing around 55 lbs. now for a few weeks. I loose a couple, then gain one. Stay the same, them gain... it is so frustrating! I told Hubby this coming week we are really hitting it hard. More water! More Veggies! More Fruit! SALADS! Chicken! Fish! No hamburgers - No Nachos - No Pizza this week. Yes I do have all of those once in a while. This is not a diet... it is a life change for me. Moderation is the word. I even have chocolate. Limit myself to a just a few hershey's kisses... yes that is just few and then stop. Not three in my mouth at a time, then the entire bag. This week I am ready to kick start things again - more walking! And more water! I am ready!!!!!!
And then... those monsters that attack you in front of every store are out! NOOOO not now I have the right frame of mind, I am motivated.... NOT NOW!!!!!!
...........It is Girl Scout Cookie time here. And those sweet little faces are EVERYWHERE!! So I caved. Hubby got his favorites and I got one box of the fudge covered peanut butter ones, the ones I make do with since they no longer sell my favorites from when I was a kid. Those yummy FUDGE ones! MMM.. Anyway my box is gone now, I did take three days to eat them all. Hey there isn't very many in those boxes anymore. Instead of the old me where I had a box for dinner once. Ok more than once probably.
Hubby ran into them again yesterday - I was actually kind of relieved when he came back to the truck with only those horrible nasty coconut ones. Whew... won't touch those with a ten foot fork! So I am safe. He has his cookies for desert last night - I had strawberries :0)
Watch out 60lbs!