
Then I was like,

But then I went back to,

And I want to be more like,

But I'm not.

Ok, I had entirely way to much fun playing with smileys. Sorry about that. Ok, not really.

Seriously though, after a week or two of my weight stalling, I got on the scale this morning and it was 2 pounds lower. Making it the first official 10 pounds lost. But for some reason, my brain was just didn't believe it. Like, how can that be? Is that possible?
Maybe I just don't want to believe it, because the second I do, I'll get lazy again. I've done it so many times. Like somehow, because I lost weight, it's permission to eat more. It doesn't make any sense.
But yeah, even with that, I just don't believe that ME, I, MYSELF could ACTUALLY be LOSING weight.
I'm probably weird, I'm sure everyone else was or will be like,
when they hit the big markers. Did the, "not believing it" happen to anyone else?

).
I guess I believe my clothes more easily than I do the numbers. And I feel like I have such a long way to go. Each one or two pounds doesn't seem like very much to me. BUT it does all add up, little by little. And thankfully, the total looks *bigger* to me than the weekly amount. It's really crazy, huh? I can't even bear to think about how long it will take to get to goal, just keep moving through it day by day for now.
)
).
I moved the scale to five different locations throughout the house
with the same results. I feel closer to my goals. YAY