Over the last few days my scale has been going up and down between 3 and 4 pounds - So I recorded a gain today. It can be frustrating but there are other things going on than just the silly number on the scale... Non Scale victories can be better than a number defining your journey. Dieting can be like a road trip. You can simply go from Point A to Point B and when the odometer reaches that magic number of miles between you and your destination you can declare victory. However, if you pay attention to the scenery along your destination, I can guarantee you'll have a much more rewarding trip. For instance, my recent victories are:
1. I have consistently recorded daily in my food journal either online or in a notebook (catch-up in one or the other, but consistently journal) since Feb 16, 2011. 42 days. - this being said means that I've also been conscious of the food I eat for 42 straight days. I've been known the fall of the wagon within hours of starting a diet on n Monday, so 42 days this time is a nice feeling.
2. I'm noticing my shirts are bigger and hanging on me differently.
3. People have made comments that they notice I'm losing weight.
4. I have maintained every doctors appointment I have had since 2/16/11 unless it was out of my power and then promptly rescheduled. My next appointment is April 8.
5. I took control of my health and then even more control when I fired my doctor and got a new one.
6. My arthritis in my knee isn't as painful.
7. I was eating my lunch today - a turkey and ham sandwich and was to the point of almost gagging as I've ate it, turkey or ham for lunch for over a week, thinking that I've got to make a change and realized that it wasn't the sandwich itself, it was the crust. I don't like crust. I don't think I had ever slowed my eating down enough to really taste the whole sandwich. May be trivial but I liked finding that out about me.
8. There is a contest at work like the biggest loser and while I am not in the contest several of my employees are. One was sharing with me today that she weighed 140 pounds and my reaction left a strange look on HER face like I'd hurt her feelings. I immediately felt bad. My reaction was that of shock because I would not have put her over 120 pounds soaking wet. I knew the look on her face was a familiar feeling I'd felt so I opened up to her and told her the truth. Your weight number is where I want to be, where I'll get and you look so small, I was having a hard time seeing Me look like you. I think she understood but the reality of what I will actually look like had so much impact on my mental journey that it was surreal.
Where is your road trip taking you?