Jees oh pete! I almost forgot the Friday morning weigh-in. I lost two pounds this week, which brings my total weight loss to 9 lbs for the year. Next week I should hit double digits. Things will start getting exciting then, by golly!
Roland had a post about emotional eating. I'm an emotional eater too. In fact this week, I found myself craving chocolate. It's not an uncommon dilemma for me. When the going gets rough, I want a candy bar. What makes it different is that I know at the end of the week, I have to tell you all how much I've lost. The fear of embarrassing myself generally trumps the craving. Additionally, I've discovered that cravings don't really last all that long. Like a child's temper tantrum, a craving will quiet down fairly quickly if you simply ignore the initial impulse. My final little trick is pretty simple. I don't carry money with me. If I have money in my pocket, I might be tempted by the vending machines I walk past at school, or at work. If I don't have the change, I can't buy junk food impulsively.
I've got a second motivator to continue losing weight. My Brianna is getting married on March 27th. There will be pictures, I'm sure. I don't want to spoil them. I'm not sure what I'm going to wear yet. Buddy's mom is wearing mauve. I think that we are supposed to coordinate, right? I've never done this before, so I don't know. Lot to learn, and not a lot of time to learn it.
Weight loss is a slippery slope. Interestingly, I'm finding that as the pounds come off, it becomes easier and easier to tell myself no, to make good food choices, to exercise just a little bit more. I think that it also helps that I'm feeling good about school, and productive at work. Feeling good about myself makes it easier for me to continue doing what I need to be doing -- and it makes me feel even better about myself. And if those things fail me, if I find my motivation flagging, I've always got my secret weapon. I think about fat cells producing their tiny amounts of estrogen. I think back to those scary days of cancer. Yeah. I really don't want to do that again.