Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Status Quo

Yesterday I got on the scale at the gym--the one Angela weighs me on every Wednesday--and discovered that my weight had not budged.

I realize that I should probably be happy about this. After all, we had The Boy's birthday dinner Saturday night, and I fulfilled my promise to Angela not to count calories for that meal. Which is good, because I'm pretty sure I can't count that high (suffice it to say the words "martini" and "molten chocolate lava cake" figured prominently in the evening's lexicon).

However, I was angelic the rest of the weekend (Cheerios are my new best friend) and have worked out every day since Wednesday except Saturday.

Part of the problem, I realize, is that I have set a nearly impossible precedent for myself. When one is accustomed to losing 2 to 3 pounds per week, anything less feels like failure, and merely maintaining the status quo *gasp!* is fodder for jumping off a bridge.

Which reminds me, I'm off to the gym.

1 comment:

VenetianBlond said...

Just because you understand these things intellectually doesn't make it "feel" any better, does it. Hang in there, and hold on to the progress you've already made! Cute pants wearers unite!