Please Don't *Actually* Duct Tape 4 Lbs. of Hamburger to Your Butt

I didn't even want to drink water.  That's the truth!  

I was so excited and worried at the same time about my weigh-in at lunchtime today, so much so that this morning I had a hard time eating.  I didn't want to drink water because I was afraid it was going to sabotage my first glance at a scale since that dreaded number it showed me one week ago.  That devil scale was not going to make me cry again!

I knew my fears were unfounded, but rationality has never been my strong suit.  Nevertheless, after days and days of chugging water, I had to drink water anyway because my body was literally crying out for it.  I also decided it was silly not to eat, because I know that skipping meals is not a healthy choice, and I said on day one that I had to make healthy choices.  No skipping meals or doing anything crazy to try and artificially take this weight off. 

I just had to trust the program and trust that my week of good choices and exercise would pay off!  To be on track with the 101-pound challenge, I need to lose 1.94 pounds per week for one year, so just two little pounds off the scale today, and I would claim victory.  I had to have faith.  (Imagine that...)

At lunchtime, I jumped in my car and forced myself to stay out of the fast lane on the highway because I knew I'd get a ticket.  I just wanted to get that scale behind me.  When I got to my WW meeting, I hustled in the door, wrote a check, made a name tag, and headed for the scale.

My heart literally thumped the whole time I stood on that scale.  I could hear it in my ears.  I wanted success at this first weigh-in so badly!  When the lady doing my weigh-in said, "Oooh, great job," I nearly yelled, "Woohoo!" before I even looked at the card.  When I looked closer, I hadn't lost two pounds; I had lost a little over four.  I saved the loud, "Woohoo!" for the (private) ride back to the office, but I did say a polite little, "Yay!" right there at the time.

Four pounds!  I literally didn't stop smiling for hours.  Four pounds in week 1.  Maybe that's not a lot of weight to some, but if four pounds doesn't sound like much, I hereby offer you this challenge.  Go to your freezer, take out four pounds of hamburger, and duct tape them to your butt.  Walk around for a few minutes, and then tell me again that four pounds isn't much!  To me, four pounds was a miracle.  Four pounds felt flippin' fantastic! 

So say it with me now, "WooHOOOOOOO!!!!!" (I'm adding a little happy dance with some finger snapping also.  WithOUT four pounds attached to my butt.)

So, one week down and four pounds shed.  I have nearly 97 pounds to go to reach my ultimate goal, and that sounds pretty scary.  But when it's broken down into small parts, it really feels achievable.  Next week's goal is to lose two more pounds.  And two more pounds I can do.  

It's on, baby.  Woohoo!

This is basically my little "Woohoo!" dance
I was doing tonight, but this was over a decade
ago (at Mardi Gras, so no sass about the shirt!)
I remember having these legs. And I'm
on a mission to have them again!