Yesterday was my 61st birthday. I weighed 202.5 yesterday morning. I was pretty proud of myself because I'm on vacation and have been holding on by a thread.
Yesterday, I C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.E.D!!!
It was amazing!
It was wonderful!
It was stupendous!
But it needs to be over.
I didn't even weigh this morning - out of fear. And -- obviously, I am a person who really does need to weigh every day (contrary to popular opinion) because if I don't, I do what I did today ------- which was continue to CELEBRATE.
And it got ugly after lunch.
Standing at Shawnna's refrigerator door, double dipping, by eating banana pudding straight from the serving bowl. Nina finally said, "You want me to take that away from you?" I said ''no'' but luckily, she did it anyway.
Wanting Whataburger for dinner. And forcing the issue. I AM in Texas so it was important that I go to Whataburger. NOT.
Getting frozen yogurt after dinner. We went to one of those places where you fill your bowl and the price is contingent on the weight.
My bowl cost $6.97.
Now it's after midnight and I'm still up because I'm too full and sugar-wired to sleep. As I was last night.
So............. this blog post is for accountability.
I will weigh in the morning.
I will get back on the wagon.
I will go out to lunch with a friend.
And I will make good choices.
And most importantly, I will accept and love myself no matter what I weigh tomorrow.