I thought I should start a diary to help keep me on track. I find writing stuff down helps and as I'm a day away from finishing my 2nd week & I'm starting to flag a bit, so thought this might help.
Well last weeks weigh in (my first week) wasnt as much as I had expected but still, 5lbs is 5lbs! This week I've formed a unhealthy relationship with the scales, weighing myself every morning and at least twice through the day. 2nd weigh in is tomorrow evening and again I'm dreading it. My scales are telling me I've lost another 5lb but the needle is bouncing between the 4 & 5lb mark as of yesterday. In my head I'm telling myself, a loss is a loss, but my hearts borderline shattered If I haven't lost 5lb minimum. I'm feeling the difference don't get me wrong. My clothes fit, the tyre around my tummy is dramatically reduced, my huge g cup boobs even feel and look smaller and i can see my size 14 clothes is within reaching distance for the first time in 3 years! But for me.. It's always been about the numbers on the scales! It doesn't matter how many times someone tells me how different I look, ill still be haunted by that number staring at me on the scales. Here's hoping the numbers are on my side tomorrow evening!!