I'd Rather Be Eating Chocolate

Today was weigh-in day.  In light of our favorite reality TV show, The Biggest Loser, Tom and I decided to switch our weigh-in day to today, Tuesday, in order to coincide with the airing of The Biggest Loser.  Here are some thoughts before I reveal my weight loss for the last 2 1/2 weeks....

1.  Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% your attitude.

2.  Being an extreme foodie for the last 15 years, makes diet, more than exercise, my biggest personal challenge.

3.  Working out doesn't really do you any good if you aren't busy moving the rest of the day.

4.  I can't give up all the foods I love.  What would be the point of life?

5.  I absolutely love lifting weights at the gym.  It gives me such a felling of empowerment.

6.  Have I mentioned my love of food?

7.  Most shocking to me; trying to be more athletic has actually turned out to be fun.

All of these points bring us to here, the results of my weigh-in.  Wait for it..... I have lost .9 of a pound since my last weigh-in 2 1/2 weeks ago.  A typo you may ask.  No, it's not a typo.  I didn't lose 9 pounds; I lost .9 pounds.  Less than thrilling.  Many would feel frustrated at these results.  Many would feel discouraged.  Most would even feel a little depressed but let me tell you how I feel.  I feel frustrated, discouraged and even a little depressed.  No, I'm not going to wow you with my amazing ability to look past the scale and strive for bigger and better things.  Perhaps that comes tomorrow.  In fact, I have a nagging thought in the back of my mind that it's time to forgo the idea that I'm doing all this excruciating working out and diet change regime to just lose weight and and conversely only focus on my fitness.  Tomorrow the new goal will not be to jump on the scale every two weeks only to feel myself falling flat on my face.  Instead I will rise above the frustration and discouragement.  I will work out because it makes me feel healthier even on my most achy days.  I will enjoy my smaller accomplishments and rejoice in my overall fitness levels.  But for today I will take my time to feel sad because I can and I should.  Because otherwise, the moral of the story is, if I keep working my ass off only to stay at the same weight, then I'd rather be eating chocolate.