Pleasant (?) Surprise

After being prodded by my husband for several days to step on the scale and face the music, I did this morning.  My eyes were scrunched tightly shut.  I didn't want to look.  But I did.  And I was surprised.  Only four pounds over what I weighed when we returned home from Disney.  Really?

Well.  At first I was so happy, I nearly skipped (well, not really) back to the bedroom to record the weight in my little notepad in the bedside table.  I was expecting a 10-15 pound increase, just judging from the way my denim capris were fitting. Plus that roll on my stomach that never goes completely away had increased in size. At least it seemed that way from my vantage point.

On the realistic side though is this.  I have been at this journey for just a little over a year.  I have lost 40 pounds, but my weight has been fluctuating around the same 5-6 pounds for over 5 months.  Up a few, down a few.  Up the same few, down a few more.  Up.  Down.  Down. Up. I am not losing again consistently. My excuse of hitting a plateau has worn out.  It isn't a plateau any more.  I am stuck.  Stuck and I just can't move.

As Hilary has said before, and I agree, this is just a number.  And even though it is 'just a number' I am not happy that my pants are tighter and I don't feel as comfortable wearing them.  Something needs to change.

So back into intense tracking and exercise.  No.  Strike that.  

Rather...I need to work toward better eating habits, better exercise routines, and more conscientious food planning and choices.  For this to work, it must be a lifestyle change.  I can't keep yo-yo-ing for the rest of my life.  

This will work.