Finally.

This morning, I got on the scale again. At first it said 251. But then The Little One got on the scale and I noticed that it said 24 pounds, which was correct, or maybe even higher than his actual weight. So I got on it again. This time, it said 246 pounds.

I am going with the 246.

That’s one pound LOST.

I have never been happier about ONE pound before.

It’s just what I needed. Yesterday, as you know, was not a great day. I just felt overwhelmed, crappy, my foot hurt, Da-Da (my Hubby) came home with The Little One, just as I was about to take a nap. I forgot that it was Da-Da’s late night at work, and the thought of dealing with toddlerhood was just too much. I spiraled. Chips out of the bag were consumed. Sherbet was consumed. Trail mix was downed. I was not dealing very well. I don’t want to dwell on yesterday, but it definitely reminded me that I MUST be prepared. I dealt with the stress with food, and that’s what got me here. I felt fat and ugly and bad and just that my life was awful and that I made lots of mistakes and howdidigetherewhatbaoutgraduateschoolandallthiscreditcarddebtandshouldwehavepurchasedthehouseandwhydoimakelessthanimademyfirstyearoutofcollege………………….wallow, wallow, wallow. Yea, it was a bit pathetic.

I plead Human.

I know that I keep referencing the Year I Lost Weight, but things keep coming back to me. That year I made audio tapes to myself that told me that I could do it, that I could lose weight. I was rewriting the script in my brain. A little bit of self-hynosis. I got that idea from Stephen Gullo in the book, “Thin Tastes Better.” That really helped me. I may have to create some tapes again. About stress, eating, and leading a purposeful life.