Hi Everyone -
I'm down 2 lbs for this weigh-in.
Before I'm allowed to go on and explain why I feel disappointed, my coach has instructed me to acknowledge that this makes me down 10 lbs in 1 month. 10 lbs a month is dead-on average for all women at our clinic, and is exactly what I averaged the first time I did this diet. And this was not just any month. She reminded me I not only didn't gain (as I surely would've in my pre-restart binge-mode), but I LOST despite the following challenges:
- Halloween (with candy *everywhere*)
- My boyfriend's birthday (with cheesecake *everywhere*)
- Thanksgiving (enough said)
- Thanksgiving #2 (a surprise feast of leftovers)
- A knee injury (I always feel like eating when I'm in physical pain)
- A car problem (which prompted instant cravings for Taco Bell -- why?!?)
I don't know why I always think I should be doing better than I am... This weigh-in was 2 lbs, but that was for 2 weeks. Granted, it was over my cheesecake / Thanksgiving week, so perhaps I should be doing a happy dance for being down at all. Instead, I'm feeling disappointed in myself that my loss for the month wasn't bigger. I feel like it should've been 15 total, or something like that. (Sigh)
Why do I do this to myself? I don't let my clients get away with it. I barrage them with a pep-talk on steroids if I sense them being hard on themselves...
Well, I AM a people-pleaser, a perfectionist and an over-achiever. I guess that's why. I am working on being happy that over a Holiday month, I lost weight rather than gained. I'm working on being proud of myself for accomplishing this rather than imagining how much better I could've done if I'd been more perfect. I did good. I feel good. Today is a new day, and I'm encouraged.
I'm going to keep this post short and sweet and let it stand as a celebration. My next post will be about my tendency for any time off to equate (in my tricksy little mind) to a VACATION FROM EVERYTHING!