I stepped on the scale this morning and was down one pound.
I should be happy. No, I am happy- but I should be happier. A one-pound loss is nothing to scoff at. The scale went in the right direction. If I lost one pound a week for a year, I'd be down over 50 pounds.
But it's hard to put that in perspective sometimes. I want to take the weight off NOW. I want to look better. I want to feel better. I want to be happy with that number, with the size I wear. I want someone to notice!
I know they say that the slower you take it off, the harder it is to put back on, but I sort of think that's crap. And I really want poutine.