Sorry bout the in-your-face jubilation, but come on. I'm a little happy about this. If I'm going to share the ugly weeks, you better believe I'm going to HAPPILY share the wonderful ones. :)
So, yes, I had a loss on the scale this week. A very very nice rebound loss from last week.
Want to know something else? This morning I bought a size Medium pair of pants (the cotton kinda-workout mom-on-the-go kind).
Medium. I still can't wrap my head around it. Now granted, that's about the ONLY thing I'm a medium in, and I don't think I'm close to being a mediumish size in jeans, only forgiving cotton pants. (Let's not even discuss my upstairs size issues.)
But I'll take it all the same. :)
I think my success from this last week was adding more activity like fast strolls with the baby and slow strolls to the park with both kids and the neighbors. (Have I mentioned how much I am ready for Spring? Um, yeah. Maybe once or twice.)
I also cut out a lot of the snacking
Mostly I think I just gave myself a break from the pressure and remembered that this is supposed to be something that is GOOD for me. After I let up a bit, I no longer felt the need to be a perfectionist and think "WW=bad/hard/sad, No WW=happiness/freedom."
How I've learned to eat via Weight Watchers HAS given me freedom.
It's a marathon, not a sprint, baby! One bite doesn't determine your next.
Goal for this week: stop making stupid numeric goals for myself. Just make the right choices and if I slip, get right back up. Hopefully the people who read my blaaaahg genuinely care about me, so why should I be concerned that they judge how slow my pace is? Hopefully they/YOU just want me and mine to be happy and healthy, which is all I want for you as well.
As always, thank you SO MUCH to those of you who continue to show your support. Each and every word, action, and prayer is remembered and appreciated, and strengthens me for the rest of my (cringe) journey.
P.S. The random children pics are from this morning. BabyCakes had on one of the sweaters Miss Stacy made her, and of course BigBoy had to get in on the camera action. Gramps insists that a blog isn't really a blaaaahg uness there are baby pics involved.