This week has not been my best week. While I am still confident that I will reach my July 1 goal, I did nothing to help the cause this week. While Monday night was a "planned" exception, I still found myself eating more than I had originally intended. That lead to a week of small exceptions... a couple of Krispy Kreme doughnut holes here, part of a piece of cake there, and a week-ending meal tonight that included chicken wings and Pepsi.
I honestly... no really, honestly... plan on being okay with tomorrow's weigh-in. Next week is a new week and I am going to forget about this last one. Maybe I pushed back the day that I go under 200 by a week or so. But, in the end, I truly believe that this day will come before the end of the year. I imagine if I buckle down for the next 18 days that I will easily forget about this week. So, that is my plan. No exceptions for 18 straight days. Two and a half weeks of pure discipline.
When discussing these kinds of weeks, people inevitably bring up the word "plateau". I don't believe I have hit a plateau. If I had been as disciplined as I had been over the last month and still not lost any weight, then that word may have started to sneak in to my vernacular. But, given the number of moments I had this week, it is way too premature to even entertain such a notion. I think a plateau is when you are doing everything you can to lose weight and your body is simply not reacting. That may happen to me in time. I hope that day never comes until that scale reads 190-something. Here's to new weeks and having short-term amnesia when it comes to the bad ones...
What was I talking about again?