For a lot of us - at least for me - the number on the scale is what pulls us into this. I didn't want to weigh 200 pounds, so I made a change. I didn't want to weigh more than my husband. I wanted to be comfortable enough to say my weight out loud in front of people.
But I realized this weekend that it's not the number that's making the difference for me.
It was laying in bed last night, thinking You could totally eat a pudding. You haven't had a treat today.
and realizing, holy crap, I didn't want/"need" one. (You don't know me well yet, but I'm the type of person who NEVER turns down chocolate - until now, that is!
It was taking my husband to his favorite restaurant today - a restaurant whose main dishes (forget sides) add up to 1,200 - and only eating 1/3 of my meal. I seriously walked into that restaurant thinking There's no way you'll be able to resist finishing your meal. Might as well chalk this one up as a loss and start again tomorrow.
This was the first and only time I can remember leaving this restaurant without feeling miserable because I was so full.
Anyone else have any small, seemingly insignificant, victories lately? I just love when these things happen, and I realize that maybe, just maybe, I am changing for the better and I can make this work.