Time

Hard to believe it's Saturday again. Seems like I was just sitting here dreading Mother's Day. Now, a week later I've received an acceptance and a major rejection, battled with highs and lows because I felt sorry for myself, but the bottom line is that my eating stayed within the guidelines I agreed to. Monday will mark two weeks. I think one of the things I've struggled with this week is results.

I know logically that it took me years to build this garment of fat I wear around my middle, but yet deep down I'd hoped in two weeks that I'd see a major difference. Funny thing is that I can "feel" a difference, but looking in the mirror still sends shudders down my spine.

I'm contemplating the weigh in on Monday. I don't have to do it. If I haven't lost much it might propel me into an eating frenzy and if I've lost 4-5 lbs. I'd be thrilled. Such thoughts make me consider my motives again. Will I allow the scale to dictate what I eat or don't eat? Should I even step on the scale? I have time to give it some thought.