Two Steps Forward

So today begins week two of the journey to a smaller me. Nothing lost this week, but nothing gained either so I have that going for me. This is totally the time when I would throw my hands in the air and say, "You know what? Big is beautiful! I'm just going to embrace myself!" And pretend that I believed it. Not this time.

This week I did the typical thing of going all gung-ho. I ate mostly fruit all day, which is great, except by 5 pm I was STARVING. And I'd hit the ol' vending machine at work. My trusty cookies and milk were always waiting for me. (with the exception of one day where I got a Mountain Dew and a fruit pie - ouch.) I did this not once...but three times. I also did not exercise at all.

But....

here's what I did right. I didn't eat anything at McDonald's when we stopped on Sunday to avoid a total child meltdown. I didn't drown my frustrations in a box of Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies when things got stressful. I didn't order Papa John's when I just didn't feel like cooking. All things I would have completely done just a few weeks ago. So instead of beating myself up for making a few poor choices and not losing anything this week I'm choosing to feel hopeful. I'm learning and that's what this is about. Learning how to eat correctly. Learning to make time to move my body. And deep down I can hear a little voice singing, "You're gonna make it after all...."