Tuesday, September 25, 2012
It was back to work yesterday after a great vacation. The highlight, of course, was visiting the kids. It was my mission to actually lose weight while I was in vacation mode. I had done it before and I was out to prove to myself that it wasn't a fluke and could be done again, if I was committed to my plan. I did take a sneak peak on my scales yesterday morning and knew that I would be successful on the TOPS scale last night. I think the excitement of weighing in got me through the day, as I just can't seem to shake whatever has hold of me and wasn't feeling that well. Yes, victory was mine. I lost two pounds. Then ... my mind went to work undermining my success. What could be better than a loss ... what could be better than 2 whole pounds? Well, what about three pounds? Over the two week period of weighing in, that would give me my average of 1.5# that MFP said that I need to lose. The "if only ... coulda ... shoulda" dialogue set in. But, I stopped that way of thinking before it got out of hand. Life is too short to live with regrets ... any kind of regret. I'm proud of what I accomplished and I'm going to keep moving forward. If I can get through a vacation, having a good time, enjoying what I'm doing and come home with a loss, just think what else I can accomplish if I really try.