I step on the scale again today to check my weight.
Stupid, I know. Shouldn't really weigh yourself everyday when losing weight.
But I can't help myself.
Because I keep thinking that I'm not really losing weight. Somehow in my head I've convinced myself that I was just "overly dehydrated" a few days ago when I weighed myself and so when I step on the scale again today that those three pounds will be right back where they were. I just assume the worst.
How crazy is that?
I've been carrying around this weight for so long now that I sorta dumbly resigned myself to the fact of being Fat Old Jenn. And there is a part of me is who is desperately afraid - despite all current evidence to the contrary - that I'll never get rid of the weight.
That I always be just Fat Old Jenn.
But here's the thing...I wasn't dehydrated a few days ago and those 19.5 pounds I've lost this year - still gone! I stand there on the scale today and the number is just the same - in fact a little less! - as it was two days ago.
Making responsible eating choices + exercise = weight loss.
It's a pretty simple formula.
There's no magic cure for being fat.
Eat healthy food. Move everyday. Breathe. Lose weight.
I have a lot of pounds left to lose to get to where I want to be and where I know I can be a healthy, active mom to Schmoopie. But now that Chris has joined me in this weight loss adventure, I know that I can do it.
My husband is a genius. Today he decided to have a salad and a burger (no bun, of course) for lunch. No ketchup or BBQ sauce allowed on SBD because they contain too much sugar so he used Taco sauce. Brilliant! I wouldn't have thought of that ever...