This morning I got a pretty big shock. I have been stuck at 170 for about 2 - 3 weeks now. It has been super frustrating but a little understandable because I was gaining muscle and losing inches. I wasn't happy about it and had completely resigned myself to the fact that I was going to spend the next 50 years of my life at 170lbs as some sort of sick joke that my metabolism was playing on me! I was just about to break my vow of abstinence from cheesecake until I reached my goal weight, when I made a fateful decision... I chose to weigh myself. This morning at exactly 5:30 a.m. I decided to stand on the small platform and pray that the little digital number that popped up wasn't higher than 170. I convinced myself to expect 173 or 174 and I told myself that it would be OK because there was the comforting taste of chocolate mousse cheesecake in my near future. However, the digital scale gods had another plan. I stood on the scale and when that little 169.2 popped up I just about passed out! I did a jig and smiled hugely! I wanted to sing so the hills could hear me belt out at the top of my lungs, "The scales are alive with the sound of 169!!!" (What can I say...I love the Sound of Music!) However, since I live in a rather well populated apartment complex with neighbors next to me and below me, I felt it may possibly jeopardize my neighbor relations if my jubilant song served as an alarm clock for the neighborhood. But hey! The thought was there!
In all seriousness, this gave me the boost I needed to keep going. I have struggled so much with motivation but now I am not even tempted to cheat on my diet. I didn't make it to the gym tonight and my lack of gym activity is something that I need to fix but for now I am going to bask in the glow of the 160's.
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