I stepped on the scale. I was brave. I did it. I conquered my fear. The results a total surprise. Totally unexpected and totally WTF.
I did some good walking, but I did not eat well last week, at all. And I was starting to feel crappy again. Kinda that sluggish, blah feeling. So Monday and Tuesday I was totally aware of making decisions that have worked for me in the past. I ate healthier foods, smaller portions, and I drank lots of water. One of my tricks is whenever I'm feeling hungry I drink a couple big sips of water. A lot of times it seems thirstiness is masked as hunger. I drink and lo and behold, I'm not really hungry but just thirsty. Also the past two days I've walked my 3 mile or so route at lunch and yesterday evening I was starting to feel better again. It's amazing what a couple of "good" days will make.
So, this morning, I stripped down, took a deep breath, and took that giant step onto the scale. I watched the numbers closely and you know what? It finally came to rest at 2 pounds lighter than I was the last time I weighed myself. My first reaction was, "What? There is no freaking way." But of course I had a pretty big grin on my face.
To this point I've lost 22 pounds. That's a lot. I still have more to go but I've giving myself a big pat on the back and looking forward to more nice surprises like this one.