Day 145 - drumroll...

After an ashtonishing 8 pounds my first week, I have to admit to serious let down when I only lost 2 pounds this week. HELLO!?#$%#@ 2 pounds!!! I have to pause a moment to remind myself that THAT is the healthy rate at which to loose it for keeping it off long term. I followed my plan (mostly) and had to forgo the walking challenge due to the mega ankle injury. So heck... 2 pounds is commendable! My goal for the whole month of September was 10 pounds, and I hit that on the 13th.

Saturday"s seem to be my downfall. Last Saturday it was a wedding. This week it was our family reunion. Tables of homemade dishes & desserts spread out before me. UGH! Painful confession: I'm an overeater. I LOVE to eat. I love the way food tastes, feels, smells... all of it. I love the sticky brownies with the kinda hard burned edges, I love extra mayo on a juicy drippy burger, I live for fast food. So I've tried this: I look down at my plate as if looking at the scale, and where I see the precious delicious manna from heaven starring back at me... I picture that disgusting number on the scale.

More confessions coming your way... then I had pizza with galic dip on Sunday... a mini cheese burger for lunch on Monday, wrong snaks throughout the day, and chicken wings with real ranch dressing for dinner on Monday (golf tournament all day!). Needless to say this morning (Tuesday) those 2 pounds were back. So, I'm experiencing some mega motivational issues today. I've vowed to walk no matter what. Wrap that ankle and let's move. Jump right back on the yellow brick road. I have 143 days left to chisel this weight off, and nobody holds the hammer but me.

BE SERIOUS - OR - BE SORRY