Weighing in weekly is getting easier as time goes on. Wednesday was the 3rd time I weighed in for the purpose of this bet and it was definitely more routine than the previous week. I was kind of nervous about the number because I fell off the wagon the weekend before. 

I only lost a measly half a pound this past week, but I'm just happy that I'm not gaining. Usually I would say that's an excuse for a lack of effort, but I'm starting to be a little more forgiving when it comes to the water weight I pack on the week before my friend arrives -_- With any luck, next week will show a bigger loss and bring me closer to my goal. I only have around 3 pounds left to lose before the end of the challenge and I don't foresee any issue with accomplishing that. 
 
I'm trying to be okay with small amounts of progress; these things take time, right?
I've always done things in unsustainable ways to get what I want...which ultimately leads to me giving those rewards back. Kind of like that poor girl who thought she won Miss Universe and then had to take her crown back off. 
 
When I lost 15 pounds a couple years ago and was at my most comfortable (pretty much goal) weight, I had a glimpse of satisfaction. That number was what I wanted for so long and the scale was finally budging. Sure, I was running all the time, working out like a beast, and isolating myself for the sake of eating healthy...but it worked. Something finally worked. 
 
Since those activities are clearly not something that can be continued forever, I couldn't keep up anymore. The same runs weren't burning the same calories. The soreness was starting to become unbearable. And frankly, I was sick of staying away from my family just because I didn't think I could say no to their food choices. 
 
It should have come as no surprise to me that I put the weight back on, but it hurt nonetheless. I came home to take online classes, was working a "part time" job that was 30+ hours a week, and was teaching yoga classes. Anything that isn't practical bound to go by the wayside when all of those things bombard your life. 
 
I still remember that feeling that I had when I weighed what I wanted to and I really want it back. I'm willing to do anything for that feeling, but this time I want it to last. I guess that means it's going to take a little longer. 
 
I'm fairly impatient, but I'm willing to wait for as long as I need to to have that feeling again. Even though this week was a small step in the right direction at least I didn't gain weight. 
 
As a counselor-in-training, they tell you to be content with the change that the client makes...even if you're not satisfied with it. I'm trying to cut myself a little slack and be okay with the changes my body is willing to make. As long as I'm holding up my end of the bargain (with sticking to the plan), I just need to trust the process and know that change takes time. 
 
P.S. I'm trying to take a more proactive approach to this weekend so I'm more likely to stay on track. With it being Memorial Day and all, I feel like planning is 100% necessary for me. 
Here goes nothing.