20 Oct 2012 WEIGH IN

I come in at 177..  I don't want to jinx this success but I would like to boldly announce that I have achieved Pre-pregnancy weight!!  Took me 10 months (Baby Sprat turns 10 months today!) but I am proud of it.  It is hard work and I know that if I can have the discipline and patience to do it, you can too.  I am totally excited about this.  I know it is not a huge loss this week but a small one still counts.  I only ran twice and I had made some bad food choices so I know how I can improve for this coming week.
I hoped that when I got down to this weight some of the flab on the belly would melt.  I was wrong.  It is flabby, flappy, and striped.  I don't see it as a "badge", I see it as...    . . . .. flabby, flappy, and striped.  Don't tell my to be proud of it.  I am however mucho proud of my legs.. My legs have always been my favorite body part.

--Lindsey

Today I weighed in at 230.4 lbs. so I guess I need to set a new goal. It was sweet to see "230" on the scale. The fist thing I thought was about a reward. The first reward that came to mind? Donuts (at least 6 points each, frowny face). So now I'm realizing once again how much my emotions, life experiences, and general happiness I attribute to food. So what would a "good" reward be. I thought of travel (too expensive and usually I go somewhere, in part to eat the food). Then I thought I could buy a new pair of shoes (I really like shoes, but they're too expensive and I have enough shoes. Plus spending money is not a reward). So my question is: What is a good reward? I suppose a super utopic answer would be that the nice feeling I had when I saw 230 on the scale should be reward enough. I say that stinks.

The weigh in this morning was extra great because of what I had to go through this week to accomplish it. I had a training all week this week. The training was held at a lodge retreat thing just outside of Nacogdoches. Every day they laid out pastries in the morning (lemon custard danishes, raspberry muffins, cinnamon rolls, etc.), then they served lunch with dessert (choices included apple pie--that someone said was as good as their mom's, carrot cake, and german chocolate cake), and to top it off they had white chocolate macadamia cookies out in the afternoon. I didn't eat any of the sweets. Not even a taste or a try or one per day or anything. That was very very difficult. I also tried to eat less in the evenings because I knew that I had eaten a lot for lunch each day. Even with my extraordinary effort I was expecting that this week would only be a week to maintain, so I'm very pleased to see a loss on the scale.

--Jack