Well, I'm on today. Haven't had my first supplement yet (naughty me) but I did exercise and have water with an infuser. I just wasn't sure what I was waiting for. And all my thoughts of vacation (brace yourselves, this is weird!) had me staying on plan. I literally could not picture myself eating a lot of junk. That's quite bizarre. But if I waited until vacation to try to start, I know I wouldn't make it.
I'm going to try to do what Lauren is always swearing by - mummy. Eat. Exercise. Go to bed. There is no food but MF. I don't know if I can do that. But it's worth a shot.
I feel sort of blah today. Like I'm on plan because I can't think of anything better to do. But I've done a lot of thinking about babies and whether it's a good reason or not, I know I can't be pregnant at this size and my husband won't wait forever to have this third child. He already feels old and crappy and it was a miracle that he agreed to consider a third at all. We have a limited window where he's willing. And I want to conceive in August because then the baby will be born in May and my mother's ring would have two rubies and an emerald. The symmetry appeals to me. Plus the Christmas colors are nice. I know that's a silly reason probably but I know me, and it would bother me to have stones that don't match. Like ruby and citrine or something - yuck! I know, I'm nutty.
So I found a new wedding ring wrap. I traded another ring and earrings that I never wore for it. And it needs to be sized. (I love jewelry, in case you hadn't noticed.) I was thinking that I didn't want to size it twice, so I should just wait until goal to have it done. But then I thought, why am I punishing myself again? Waiting and putting things off until I'm thin? Who cares if I have to size it twice, or three times, or a hundred times? It is something I've wanted for years and there is no good reason to wait a few more years to wear it. I might step out the door tonight and get hit by a car, so why am I waiting to be happy? The jewelry thing is kind of a metaphor here, I'm not saying that's all that will make me happy. But I do that with lots of things. I've been looking for food to make me happy - that's the only thing I haven't put off for later. I keep trying to buy more stuff to be happy, but I don't need stuff - I need life. I need experiences.
I'm kind of babbling again. Sorry. So much for mummy.
So my new resolution is to celebrate success. When I weigh in, if I'm only down a tenth of a pound, I'm going to celebrate that tenth. Instead of saying 'I ONLY lost thus-and-such' I'm going to say 'Yay!! I lost thus-and-such!!' I'm going to stop looking at how far I have to go, and instead look at each little step forward as a big victory. If I stay the same, I can celebrate that I haven't gained. And if I gain, I'll just ignore it.
Well, baby wants another bottle now. Have to run. I've been noticing lately that when I post in other journals, I tend to write something about me, too. I mean that to sound encouraging, like I relate to the person. But does it sound like I can't talk about anything but myself? Sorry if it does - that's not how I mean it.
Off I go.