I have a few minutes (and I do mean few) while I chomp on my half sandwich and slim-fast shake. So far things are going ok - I lost 2.5lbs last week. That comes out to about 6% of my goal?
I did end up taking pictures last night - a thought that crossed my mind after reading Yvonne’s post over here. I’m not ready to share the pictures yet. Not until I get to the point where I look at them and think: “Wow - you can see a difference!” But I really would like some pictures to show me in what will one day be referred to as The Very Bad Place to which the shape of my body shall never return.
But you know, I was doing some thinking about this whole weight loss thing and the effort we put into it in order to get results and reach our goals. That whole effort thing? I really think results should be proportionate to effort. That seems like a logical and reasonable theory.
For instance. I spent all of yesterday staring through foggy tunnel vision due to a horrible headache. I knew I wasn’t going to be cooking dinner, so I told Kiddo he could pick wherever he wanted to go and I’d grab him some dinner. I knew I had enough salad already prepared at home - I’d just pop some chicken on it and call it good. My intentions were to run through a drive-thru and go home to eat my salad.
Except, on the way there, I remembered that in order to drive through and bring it home - it would have to come home in the car. The Car. The one that still smells new, because if anyone even thinks about bringing drinks or food or GREASE I will totally threaten to cut you.
THAT car.
And so. I faced the dilemma. I had just told him - pick a place! I am not enforcing the crazy no-fast-food rule tonight. Dinner is YOUR CHOICE and I’m buying! Only to realize I still don’t want my car smelling like old fries just yet.
This is where we get to the part about EFFORT. I took him to his choice - Jack-in-the-Box. I ordered his food, and then I sat next to him and ate NOT A SINGLE FRENCH FRY while he had his dinner. Still having the headache, too. I even sniffed the greasy smell of fries and tried a little Pavlovian stomach lurching - trying to convince myself the smell sickened me rather than made me hungry.
Then I went home, had a salad and a lean cuisine and that was that.
So - wasn’t that a very very LARGE amount of effort? I would say that’s at least 5 pounds worth of effort, wouldn’t you? Yes, Mr. or Ms. Keeper of Results from all the Effort - I’m talking to YOU. This Saturday - you and I will have some WORDS you know, if I do not see a little bit of something to WOO and HOO about. Just making sure we’re clear.
