I sit here this morning before my weigh in with a huge smile on my face. I don't care if I lost .2 or another 4 pounds (of which is doubtful two weeks of 4 pound weight loss is highly unlikely), I have had a good week. I learned this week that my success can not always be measured in the numbers on the scale, or the will power to stop at only one piece of deliciously good chicago style deep dish pizza. The success can be measured in all these small, tiny ways that make it work for me.
My first success this week I was blind sided with. For those that don't know, in 18 days we pack our moving truck, and 19 days we head off on our move to Louisiana. With that, Matt was cleaning out his work desk so he could start packing those items he doesn't really need the next few weeks. While cleaning he stumbled upon a jewelry box that contained a pearl ring he purchased for me in December 2008 (and yes I went to Amazon to see how long it had been). The ring never fit me, and I have never worn it. He tossed the box to me, and asked if it fit now. Well I am delighted to say it now fits on my left ring finger perfectly! Coincidentally, my wedding ring no longer fits on that finger because it is too big. I have gone from a size 11 1/4 on my finger to a 10.
The second and third both happened on Saturday afternoon/evening. I had decided after doing so much packing and cleaning around the house that Matt really needed to get out. (Yes Matt, not me. I get out to go to meetings and visit my family durning the day while he works what do I need out of the house for?) We had decided to go out to the casino to see it, since it's been years since we had been there. Now I know you don't have to get all dressed up for the casino, anything goes in attire for the most part, but I have a fear of looking all comfy and running into someone I know. I have to at least have my hair and make-up done, and if I am going that far I might as well do something nice with my clothing, right? So I finished getting dressed and I am putting on all of my accessories. I throw on a bracelet on each wrist, and I debate on my two favorite necklaces. Just for giggles, I took off the extender on the one necklace and tried it on. It fit! The necklace fit! I know I didn't have to use all 3 inches of the extender before, but without it, this necklace came up pretty high on the neck didn't feel comfortable, and looked awkward. I was elated, and ended up wearing both necklaces that night.
I didn't think much of anything else while we were out. I was amazed at how nice the casino looked, and I think I spent more time walking around the entire place than I did at a machine. However, on the way home I looked down at my wrist and noticed that my bracelet had turned during the night. I turned it back to the "home" position, as I call it. Then it hit me. This bracelet was one of those that barely fit me before. I could get it on, and it would close but it was tight and there was no moving the bracelet at all. Now, it is lose enough that it actually turns on my wrist!
Little victories to me is what these add up to. But on a week where a weight loss of a pound would be huge (not that I ate terribly, or anything like that, but when you have a weight loss of 4 pounds the week before a .2 loss is a good achievement, you work just to stay even that week most of the time) these little victories give me the incentive to keep it up, and remember how I can achieve these goals.
Well that, and it doesn't help that I received some pictures this weekend that reminded me of where I started, and how much better I look today. Until next time.
Love, Peace, and Still Fat
S
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