This is just getting better and better for me. I no longer feel cheated when the hubby and boys have pizza for dinner - I feel happy that by eating my Weight Watcher's Smart Ones meal and some salad and fruit I'm taking care of myself.
Everytime that I move around I can feel my body move inside of my clothes - instead of feeling restricted and uncomfortable. I envision my waist getting smaller as the days go by, and it helps me walk straighter. Each step that I'm taking is bringing me closer to the place I need...no, it's more than that, I WANT to be. Already I can look in the mirror and feel happy with the changes I'm seeing in my body. I'm working towards being able to look in the mirror and feel happy with everything that I see. I want to be proud to be me again.
Now for some goals for week 5. I'll be going light on goals this week, as baseball practices start for my 9-year old and my 17-year old started his first job over the weekend. I've got to get used to the change in scheduling, and transitory weeks can be full of doom for me if I pressure myself too much! So, yeah, goals:
- Drink more water. I only drink coffee in the morning and evening and water the rest of the day, but the amount of water I ingested last week dwindled some. I need to get it back up there!
- Quit pushing myself on "errand" days. I found last week that worrying myself over running the sweeper, making the beds, and what-not on a day where I've been out shopping for clothes, groceries, running to the dry cleaners, etc., was just too much for me. This week I want to tell myself that it's okay if the sweeper doesn't get run one day - either that or muster up the will to ask my husband to take care of it on those days. (Errand days are his days off.)
- As always, I want to exercise a bit more. This really seems to be my short-coming. It seems like there is always something - alright, someone! else demanding my time and attention, so I've been pushing exercise to the back burner. This needs to stop immediately!
- Lose at least another pound. Every little bit counts, and a pound a week is fine and dandy with me!
Hugs & chocolate~