I busted out crying.
As soon as I stepped on the scale.
Lowest number I have seen in six years.
Could NOT hardly believe my eyes.
I had to weigh twice.
I just have to thank GOD. Because seriously ya'll I have to ask for His help every night in my prayers.
I could not do this without Him.
I have willpower. I have motivation.
Do I have enough? Have I ever had enough to last more than a week? A month? No.
There is no doubt in my mind I would not be this successful without being faithful in prayer to God.
Asking almost every night for him to carry me through the next day.
Because as many of you know....it's hard.
It's hard stopping yourself when you are hungry and your brain hasnt registered that it's full.
It's hard not ordering pizza when your day has been stressful and you are so tired and want everything besides what's in your fridge.
It's hard not giving in when your co-workers suggest Chinese.
It's hard being at a party and not indulging your every whim because "Your at a party! Dont worry about it!"
It's hard when you come from the south and Grandma makes such good coconut custards and fried okra.
It's hard when you associate happy times of your childhood with the very rare Happy Meals.
It's hard when you live two minutes from a Bojangles, McDonalds, Dunkin Donuts and Sonic.
It's hard to get up at 6am when it's freezing and dark outside and you *lost* your ipod.
It's hard to keep going when you finally DO get to the gym because you are tired and let's be honest you are probably never going to "love" exercising.
It's hard to not eat the McDonalds your boss brings you randomly two saturday mornings in a row.
It's hard to not give in, and stay home and make dinner for your tired husband who you will only get to see for a couple hours anyway, but instead you lace up your Nike's and get to kickboxing.
I guess what I am trying to say is, ITS HARD.
It is so hard ya'll. And it was so impossible for me to do it alone.
And I'm not done yet.
But I can't take full credit because I haven't been doing it alone.
It's a great feeling though...breaking through a plateau like that. One I could barely even imagine reaching.
I mentioned to someone just this week that I felt like I was just surviving...not thriving.
Boy was my week turned around.
Anyways...I didnt have breakfast this morning but we did have lunch at our favorite mexican restaurant.
I went in with a plan.
I took out 12 chips from the basket and put them on the napkin.
Roughly one ounce of tortilla chips is 140 cals.
I ate them slowly and savored every one.
I did not feel deprived at all.
I was barely even done before the food came out.
If you have been reading for any time all all my friend, then you know that this is a Mexican Victory!
I am dangerous without a plan and a basket of chips in my hungry face.
I had the chicken and steak fijitas with rice and beans and lettuce/tomatoes.
I gave hubs the sour cream and only ate one tortilla.
Then around dinner time Hubs was still out putting a floor in for my Bestie's dad and I was hungry.
I had half a serving of Light chips and one tablespoon of the amazing olive pimento cheese I got at the Christmas show!
Dinner was a flat out Hawaiian pizza with ham and pineapple with mozarella cheese.
Then I still needed a little dessert so I had a Skinny cow ice cream with a tiny bit whipped cream on top drizzled in caramel syurp.
It was SO good!
So I am pretty excited about this week.
I have cut back calories considerably today to hopefully kick it in high gear this week.
I have been aiming for 1500 now I changed it to 1200.
I did pretty good today. I dont know if I will make it perfectly this week but it's all a mental thing for me anyway.
Keep going guys. There is no chips in the world that are worth more than that beautiful number on the scale.