Finally

Just figures when I finally decide I need to be okay with where I'm at, that's when the scale moves in a good direction and gets me pumped to start losing again.

I wasn't going to get on the scale for a while. I hadn't been on it since Monday, maybe?  But this morning I got up and was getting ready to get in the shower when I heard a little still small voice saying, just step on and see. I thought, no, I don't want to know because I was feeling really positive and was afraid it'd kill my mood. But the voice persisted. And no, I'm not schizophrenic.

So I stepped on the scale, telling myself the whole time that it doesn't matter what the scale says. I'm okay. It's okay. It doesn't matter.

And then I saw the number and had to step off and step back on to make sure I was seeing it right. The number was finally UNDER my lowest December weight. Only by one pound but considering that I'm smack in the middle of a visit from Mother Nature who loves to come with some extra water weight, I'll take that one pound and celebrate the heck out of it. haha

I wore my size 18 jeans to work today and so far, no regrets. Y'all, I haven't worn a size 18 anything since about 6th or 7th grade! I wish I were joking!

I'm still okay with being where I'm at if this is where I stay. I'd be happier if I lost 18 more pounds before my birthday in March and I'm still going to reasonably work towards that. 18 pounds would put me at just under 200 pounds and my vanity would love to finally weigh less than 200. But that's human nature, I guess. That 18 pounds isn't going to make or break me.