One Week at a Time in Daily Steps

I fell into an emotional slump this weekend. Nothing hurts like feeling fat and unattractive. I know I was a lousy and bitchy girlfriend throughout most of the Jets game, but by watching the team struggle and somehow get their act together to pull through and win I realized something.

I'm being way too hard on myself. My NOW weight is not who I am, it's just a hurdle, something I can overcome.

So instead of letting that seemingly huge goal of 30 lbs bear on my conscience, I am taking things weekly. 1 lb. a week should be achievable. Laughably, right? Anything above and beyond will just be fat-free icing on the invisible cake.

For breakfast I had a Slim Fast (I am suprised how well these things work when your whole life isn't centered around them!) It's 90 calories and I feel full and treated, yum.. chocolate. For lunch, I had errands to do. So I grabbed my 130 cal Starbucks Green Tea and went for a 30 block trek through manhattan trying to hunt down these cards I've been meaning to buy. No one had them, but I feel good knowing I killed my whole lunch hour without giving into all the food temptations screaming at me on the streets.

I am also going to get on the weekly weigh-in trend. Daily weighs just crunch at your hopes. And if I do cave and step on the scale between Saturdays, I am going to remind myself that Saturday is the only day that counts. Everything else is just a detour to the goal.

I want to be 105 by my birthday (Thanksgiving Day this year!.. oh the irony) but anything 115 or less will be temporarily acceptable seeing as how my birthday is only 2 months away. IF I reach my 115 mid-goal I will award myself with a new dress. IF and ONLY IF I reach this goal.

Stay with it ladies. No pain. No loss.