Baby Steps

Oh, dear Trisha. I haven't forgotten about you or this blog--it just seems that way.

My first official baby step?
I'm weighing in tomorrow for the first time in several weeks. I'm going to weigh in about midday at work, b/c my scale at home provides alternative numbers: step on it four times in a row, and you'll get 4 wildly different numbers. This has actually been nice in the past--I step on it until I get a number that doesn't make me audibly gasp.

So: the weigh-in is tomorrow. I know the number will be disappointing and disheartening--I'm going to work hard to make sure that I don't let the number be a discouragement. It is just a number. It does not measure any of the character traits I value most. I'll need to remind myself about that at noon tomorrow.

Until then, I haven't made any adjustments in the last week, other than trying to become more aware of my eating patterns. We had company all week-end (and enjoyed eating out)--followed by SuperBowl food, which was washed down by chocolate kisses.
If this is a confessional, I'm confessing.

So, my official start day is tomorrow. I'll post my weight, in cryptic numbers (really like that, Trisha), and then I'm going to start a food journal--writing down what I eat. THat is the ONLY thing that has ever worked for me. Remember, I'm a snacker (especially after school).

Getting my mind to cooperate is the hardest part, and beyond anything else, self-defeating thoughts will be the hardest to conquer. Even harder than not ever eating another Oreo, which is like crack cocaine to me.

I'll visit here again tomorrow. Until then, head up and chin up.
Jana