Day 1. I stepped on the scale this morning, somewhat dreading what I was going to see. I am the heaviest I have been since I was pregnant 9 years ago. The scale and I...well, we're not exactly good buddies at this point.
When I weighed in for the challenge, I weighed in at the highest number I had seen yet. This morning? I'm already 7lbs down from that. I'm guessing I was dealing with some water weight or something. Part of me is happy, and the other part, well, this is the hard part... I looked at the scale and immediately thought "shit, this'll be easy!" without even consciously believing it. THIS is what gets me off track. The fact that I've been eating pretty much nothing but unprocessed foods for the last 3 days, sick with a nasty head cold, quit alcohol, nicotine and caffeine, and trying to maintain a job and kids and blah blah blah, and the scale told me today that I have one less thing to worry about. But I know.. Oh I know better - that scale is a mean dirty liar head, and it'll tell me a totally different story if I let my guard down.
Today is "beer Friday" at work. We close the office down a bit early and have a beer together. I won't allow myself a beer like I would like to. I'll be having "Monster Friday" instead, where I have a Monster Ultra Sunrise Zero in place of beer. Caffeine inhibits weight loss too, but I figure it's the lesser of two evils, and gives me something of a treat to consume for the beer Friday shenannigans.
I will do this. Not for the money. For me. Time to go lay my motivation out in my profile so I can read it over and over again.