Yay me! Woohoo! I’m happy. Can you tell I’m happy? I’m happy. To some this may be eye-roll worthy, but to me it’s huge. I’m a little perplexed, but I’ll take it. After three flirtations with breaking the downward 230 lbs barrier, I finally did it this morning.
Honesty Check: Yesterday I had a couple small cheats. I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe even a slight weight gain from the day before. But yesterday wasn’t a throw-away day, either. I ate decently, probably what I might after the program is over, and I did some medium-level exercise last night, so I’m sure that helped. I had been down to 230.6 three times, then would gravitate back up a bit. This last time, yesterday, I was back up to 232.4, and I expected a slight gain, and was not looking forward to stepping on the scale. I was kind of discouraged and dreading it, actually. Weighed myself this morning and… 228.6!!!
A loss of 3.8 lbs. I weighed myself six times to make sure it was right, I wasn’t expecting it.
Now I know they don’t recommend you weigh yourself every day. It’s discouraging they say when you rise a little. The human body does funny and illogical and inconsistent things with weight. I have found in the last couple months that you don’t see the true effects of a bad-eating day until two days later, not necessarily the next day, and if you get yourself right again you won’t see the positive until two days later, as well. But I started weighing daily at the direction of my cardiologist regarding sodium monitoring and it works for me.
I also know that 3.8 lbs in a single day is a lot, maybe an aberration, and my body may “correct” itself and give me 2 lbs back tomorrow, but for now I’ll take it! I broke through the barrier.