“Even on American Idol I was really thin, but I was bigger than the other girls on the show, so people would say things to me. But luckily I am super confident, so I’ve never had a problem with shutting people down and saying, ‘Yeah, you know, that’s just what I’m rocking. It’s fine.’ ” – Kelly Clarkson (People Magazine)
I stepped on the scale this morning to learn my fate. I am prefacing this statement by disclosing that my best friend brought me a box of six cupcakes from Gigi’s. I tried so hard to be good. I really did. My will, however, was not strong enough to resist the siren song emanating from the box. “Chocolate, chocolate” echoed faintly, then louder and louder through the kitchen. Against my better judgement, I indulged.
As you can imagine, I lamented over my poor (although delicious) food choice. This morning, I was shocked. In fact, I was so dumb founded by the number reflecting back at me from the digital abyss, I had to weight myself three times just to be sure I wasn’t trapped in a chocolate hangover nightmare – 196.2 lbs.
Another milestone achieved! I know ten pounds in 32 days seems like a small number in comparison to weight loss competition show numbers or gastric bypass results. I am not a contestant on The Biggest Loser or documented on My 600 lb. Life. I am not competing with anyone else – not even myself.
I am living my life in real time, with a full-time job and an all-the-time relationship. I am balancing the professional aspects of my daily routine with a multitude of interpersonal interactions. I am committed to designated workout times. I am prioritized and accessorized. And I recognize and realize the important versus the unimportant and unnecessary.
I lost ten pounds in 32 days, which equates to a little over two pounds per week. By any diet or medical standard, I am on the right track for success. By my own standard, I am kicking this challenge’s ass!
Have an awesome day! And, don’t be an asshole!