I've been doing quite well staying on plan and seeing progress. Well yesterday I was out with my family and decided to try on some clothes...a week before my planned date. Well back on Jan 3 it was my goal to be in a 20w by Valentines Day. I made ahead of time. So I decided to see if I could possibly squeeze in a size 18w. Well I couldn't and was a little discouraged. My thinking immediately went to this thought, "You can't get into the 18 so what makes you think you will be able to get to a size 10?" I was starting to get really sad about it. I had already measured myself and saw I have lost a total of 12 inches. I can wear all the 20s in my closet and I was excited. So I was aware of my progress. So now I'm feeling sad...I was thinking about quitting. That didn't last long. I said to myself, Oh no you don't. There is lots of progress and we are not quitting until we get to that size 10." Then I got home and we sat around for a while and I got sleepy. I was going to go get in the bed then I looked my husband and said I'm getting up and going to go do my work out. And I did. I felt so good after my workout.
This was a major victory for me. I didn't quit, I didn't eat something over my calorie budget, and I didn't fall apart.