Not so much

Okay, so I didn't enjoy weighing in this week. That is an understatement of how I was feeling. I only lost .8 of a pound. I told the weighing lady, "You have got to be kidding me." Alas, she was not. She went right into her speech -- "Now, you have to remember, you have lost a lot of weight, and many people in this room would trade you for your week's weight loss. You have to understand, you have to let your body catch up with it's weight loss." Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Sorry, but that doesn't cut it for me. My head was going to explode.

I did have steak the night before, and I will not do that again, and my diet buddies say that it could be a multitude of reasons for not losing my usual amount of weight. They are my friends. God love them for their encouragement.

I have lost a total of 25 pounds. That is nothing to be ashamed of, and I am proud of that accomplishment. I am not giving up. I am not discouraged. I am just not so much pleased with this week's paltry weight loss. I am not cheating. I am writing down what I eat. I am following the program. I am not happy with this week. I repeat, I am not happy with this week. Next week will be much better on the scale. My diet buddy promised me.

So, I got into a pair of jeans that I haven't worn in about a year. Yea! They are not "skinny" jeans by any stretch of the imagination, but that is still an accomplishment of sorts. They are still too tight, but they were worn anyway.

I must not use negative words to describe myself and my actions. I must think and act positively in order to maintain the correct mindset. God doesn't want me to talk bad about myself or others.

Anyway, I am still a loser, so I just needed to rant a little.

Thank you, God, for that .8 lb. weight loss. I couldn't have done it without You. Now, about next week...