surprisingly successful
So I kind of dreaded getting on the scale this morning. It was one of those weeks where I did really well almost the entire week... except for on Tuesday when there was free peach pie and grasshopper fudge tempting me and I succumbed. Thus began a couple days of me beating myself up for it and dreading standing on the scale this morning. Much to my surprise I actually losta pound.
Maybe I stressed the fat off... or maybe just maybe... one day of cheating didn't ruin anything except for my attitude. I do that to myself a lot- beat myself up for something I did... then I sit and stress and worry and belittle myself. Sigh. I'm working on it and today really helped. It was kind of awesome of stand on that scale and go 'all the worry was for absolutely nothing at all.'On a super cool health note- I found this beautifully designed graphic about how your plate should look. I've been generally living my life by this for several weeks and didn't realize it. I kind of love this. :)
