I am afraid of being a failure. I don't think I have ever really shared that with anyone and most people wouldn't guess it right off. But, failure scares the ever-living shit out of me. I am a decent wife. I am a relatively good daughter. I feel like I am an asset to my organization most days. I try to be the best friend possible.
My weight loss journey has shown me that there is nothing wrong with failing every once in a while. I tend to think of any week where I didn't lose 2+ pounds, didn't workout/run 5 times, or didn't measure/track my food diligently as a week where I failed. But, I have realized that these small failures are ok. They are the things that make the journey worth continuing. When I don't do the best one week, it is all the more motivation to get back on track - on track to a life full of healthful goals and actions. In the past, I never shared with people that I was on Weight Watchers/trying to lose weight. I guess this was due in part to thinking that the fewer the people that knew what I was doing, the fewer people knew when I failed. This time it is different. Just like with my running, I am telling everyone It is good to talk about the healthy food choices I am making; it is nice to get compliments on how I look. Any and all encouragement is welcome! I realize that I need that accountability in order to move forward on the journey.
I went to my first meeting on Monday, November 29. As much as I hate to put it down on paper, I weighed in at whopping 197.6 pounds (on my 5'4" frame) at the meeting. Tonight, I attended my new weekly meeting and my weight was 193.8 pounds. In case your math skills aren't that great, that is 3.8 pounds lost since last Monday. While I am very excited about the weight loss, it is hard to celebrate too much. I am worried that if I get too excited, I will become to comfortable with the new plan and not work out as much, etc. So, here's the reveling in the success of the week and continuing on the journey...
My weight loss journey has shown me that there is nothing wrong with failing every once in a while. I tend to think of any week where I didn't lose 2+ pounds, didn't workout/run 5 times, or didn't measure/track my food diligently as a week where I failed. But, I have realized that these small failures are ok. They are the things that make the journey worth continuing. When I don't do the best one week, it is all the more motivation to get back on track - on track to a life full of healthful goals and actions. In the past, I never shared with people that I was on Weight Watchers/trying to lose weight. I guess this was due in part to thinking that the fewer the people that knew what I was doing, the fewer people knew when I failed. This time it is different. Just like with my running, I am telling everyone It is good to talk about the healthy food choices I am making; it is nice to get compliments on how I look. Any and all encouragement is welcome! I realize that I need that accountability in order to move forward on the journey.
I went to my first meeting on Monday, November 29. As much as I hate to put it down on paper, I weighed in at whopping 197.6 pounds (on my 5'4" frame) at the meeting. Tonight, I attended my new weekly meeting and my weight was 193.8 pounds. In case your math skills aren't that great, that is 3.8 pounds lost since last Monday. While I am very excited about the weight loss, it is hard to celebrate too much. I am worried that if I get too excited, I will become to comfortable with the new plan and not work out as much, etc. So, here's the reveling in the success of the week and continuing on the journey...
Wooohoo! Great job! :0) You are doing awesome!
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