You read that right, folks! I’ve broken into the double digits of weight loss!
I waltzed in to my weigh-in hoping to have lost anything, even an ounce, after a tough week. I had convinced myself that I had a tapeworm on Saturday because I ate like crazy, unable to get full. We had friends over and I overindulged. I stepped on that scale and immediately started sweating. When the receptionist told me I lost 2.2 pounds I nearly fell over!
The little evil voice in my head did its job and convinced me, again, that 2.2 pounds is really nothing, that 10 pounds total was no big deal. Friday, my body said “In your face!” to that voice.
My oldest son, Jimmy, was in the school play (The King and I) and, as much as I wanted to see him, I didn’t look forward to the experience. Our school system spent a heart stopping 5 million dollars building a new high school (it was 200+ years old–we NEEDED it) with an auditorium complete with stage. I hate visiting the Performing Arts Center because I don’t like the seats. The arms dig into my hips because, as we’ve already determined, I’ve got more than a little junk in my trunk. I usually sit on the edge of my seat to avoid the painful squeeze and jab of the armrests.
Not this time. This time I slid my rather large trunk between those arms like they were greased with butter, baby. No pain. No jabbing armrests. It was heavenly to sit and enjoy seeing my little hambone perform in his play and NOT be uncomfortable.
The next time a cheeseburger begins talking to me, trying to get me to cheat, I’m going to latch on to the memory of sitting comfortably in the PAC. It will help me convince myself that I don’t need two all beef patties to be what I want to be.
That is an achievement worth more than any cheeseburger I’ve denied myself over these past few weeks.
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