For the
first time since I started this contest I feel good. And it’s not because of a number on the
scale. I hate scales. I just feel good. I had a breakthrough and I feel like
smiling.
As I had
said earlier this week I was feeling a cloud that wouldn’t let me celebrate
even the little accomplishments. After
doing a bible study yesterday and a few other things over the past few days I
realized something. It’s not my victory to
celebrate.
Yes I did
the work. I am the one that kept up with
my nutrition. I am the one that planned
meals. I am the one that was out there
sweating. And as much as I knew, and
even said it, that God was helping me with this, I wasn't really giving him the
credit. I am nothing without him. He is
the one that helped me with all those things.
I have tried this many times in the past and I failed without him.
Ok so if you
are still with me great. If you left because
you felt I was preachy then … well you probably aren't reading this far anyway. I make no apologies for it, this is who I
am. I am desperately looking for that
balance between physical, emotional and
spiritual. It’s all very important. It’s the balance that works for me.
So yesterday
I didn't really write like I had wanted to, I was tired.
But part of what I had to say yesterday was what I have just written
about.
I woke up this morning feeling
good. I didn't really even fret about
the weigh in. I never like scales but it’s
part of the contest. I had already said
God this is in your hands and let me accept whatever happens. Of course I wanted to do well, but I had done
the work and I was at peace about it.
I had talked
with my trainer about changing up some of my nutrition to possibly get my metabolism
cranked up. I don’t know what made me start
this theory the day before a weigh in but I did. From a competition stand point that could
have been a big mistake. At the same
time I didn't really think about it being the day before contest.
Earlier in
the week I had planned on getting every possible moment that I could in on
working out. I slept in yesterday and
decided to go see my son in Lawton. I
don’t get to see him as often as I would like and that is what mattered most to
me at the time.
On the way
out of town we, my daughter and I, stopped for breakfast, Carl’s Jr. I know what you are thinking but I had
already decided I wasn't going to get upset over all this. I would eat what I wanted in moderation and I would start to
work on the change so yes I had a loaded biscuit and small hash browns. Yes I know this took up about half my calorie
count for the day. At the same time I
enjoyed every bite. I know you’re
thinking this probably made my weigh in go bad today. Keep in mind I had already told God it’s in
His hands and I accept whatever came my way.
For lunch yesterday the kids wanted to go to an Italian restaurant that they really like. I’m thinking worst of worsts I could order a
salad and enjoy the time with the kids.
At the same time over the past three years I have learned to be creative
in many ways, even in ordering food at a restaurant like this.
Chicken Marsala
sounded pretty good. I considered all
the elements of the way of looking at food.
I had the pasta put on the sideand didn't eat any of it. The rest was pretty good.
I did have some bread but I have to say it
looked much better than it tasted. It
wasn't bread sticks like you would get at Olive Garden or other places. It was more of a biscuit with some Italian
flavors sprinkled on top. I had one and
munched on it through the full meal. I can
remember a time when would have easily had two or three of these. Not to mention who goes to an Italian restaurant
and not have some form of pasta? Well
this crazy girl that’s who.
Lunch was
great. Time with the kids was
great. I did a little bit of shoe
shopping at the store where my future daughter in law works. I was hoping to find another pair of running
shoes but nothing really hit me at just what I was looking for.
By the time
we left my son’s home I was tired and all I was thinking about is getting home and
call it a day. I still had about 200
calories that I could have used but to be honest I was more tired than I was
hungry. We did stop for gas and a hot dog, mine no bun, and it homeward bound.
So this
morning I woke up just feeling like it was going to be a good day. I didn't dread the weigh in. I didn't think too much about it. I went to church and had a great time. I had worked hard this week and I was
done. It was time for the results.
Ok now I don’t
know if you remember on Tuesday night I was upset about being up in weight, but
I never told you how much. Well from the
last official weigh in till that night I was back up 5 lbs. That was what I was down from the last weigh
in. Today I was just hoping that I had “broke
even”.
So what
happened? I was down 11 lbs since the
weigh in on Tuesday night that had me so upset.
This meant that I put 5 lbs down for my official weigh in this
time. That was the most I had posted toward the contest yet.
So now since Dec 30th I
am down 27 lbs. And on the contest I am
officially down 13 lbs. I may not win
the contest but one lb at a time I am winning back my life. And it feels good. Who’s with me?