Hanging in There

I thought I was doing super fabulous, even marking the 14th straight day of walking yesterday, and then I stepped on the dreaded scale this morning. I know any loss is a good loss, and I know too that 1-2 pounds is good, but I seriously worked my tail off and behaved so well this week, the 1.5 loss that registered this morning was heartbreaking. I don't even know if it really was 1.5. I need to update the scale. I am still using the old fashioned dial one that I bought years ago just for decor... don't ask. I know too that I had my hopes up too high. I figured I could pull another 3-4 pound loss this week like last, and I know that was the first week so that's why it was big, but still. Frustrating.

I did have a treat night Saturday night for accomplishing week one of fitness and diet, but I only consumed 2100 calories for the day, and walked almost four miles that morning!!! And honestly, the fried cheesecake and ribs really weren't worth it (I was at a Ribfest). I felt awful afterwards and eating normal food would have been just as good. No more treats that are food. Unless they fall within calorie restrictions.

I am trying to stay positive. I had my second fitness night last night, and that was good. I have just been really tired lately. I am working on setting a more defined bedtime to make sure I get 7-8 hours of sleep, but I am just wore out. I take a nap almost every nigh after my walk/work.

I had to battle a birthday treat at work today too. Cheesecake. Those little minature kind... I asked the girl who brought them to NOT put them across from my cube where the food spread usually goes. I didn't give in and have any either, so another day survived in the office. I just hate how we celebrate everything around here. Someone's hangnail healed, someone would have to bring in something to celebrate...