Yesterday was another day in a string of bad days. Good things have happened. Good things that should overpower the feeling of blah. Yet, somehow they don't. The blah stays with me. But, let's recap the good anyway, shall we?
Because I was sad/mad/frustrated/disappointed and everything else bad - I was in the mood to run. Do you ever feel like that? Only the person you're running from is yourself? And you just can't get away? Try this on an elliptical. Mark was at the gym with me and later asked, "you sure worked out hard tonight - do you normally work out that hard?" Yeah, no. But maybe I should.
Afterward, we went to Mark's dad and stepmom's to pick up a gun. It's a gun that's been in the family, and even though I'm not really into guns, as long as they aren't killing animals, I'm okay with them. (I think). While we were there, Mark's stepmom, R, commented on how good I look. She and I had had a conversation around Easter about how much weight I've lost. She also complimented my skin, which hasn't looked better in a long time - thanks to the Philosophy and tanning. (Yes, Julie, I'm tempting you with a link).
Then, when we got home, Mark told me that he had sent an email to some people telling them about how my mom and I are walking in the Y-Me walk on Sunday, and how I'm collecting donations for it. One of his friends and his wife donated, which I thought was really sweet.
All good things.
Then, this morning, I decided that rather than starve all day (for an evening weigh in) and then binge all night (cheat night!) I was going to weigh in this morning (clothed even so it wouldn't be different than my WW weigh-in). AND
I weigh 198.
ONE NINETY EIGHT!
That's under 200, for those of you who are not so good at math.
I hit another milestone in this crazy weight loss journey. AND, it inspired me to write down the points for the two whole grain waffles with sugarfree syrup that I ate this morning, AND to drink all my water.
Hopefully this is just the start of a really good day that will break that chain.