When the number came up on the scale today, I actually burst out laughing.
I must have looked pretty crazy.
First, let me explain.
I did something to my knee last Wednesday when I was running. I’m not sure what I did because I figured I would see a doctor only if it got worse. It didn’t, it just kind of ached inside. I took basically the rest of the week off from the gym, only hitting yoga last night.
Every morning I would evaluate how my knee felt and it never felt 100%. I don’t want a real injury that will sideline me, so I took it easy.
I listened to my body.
I also decided that this week I was going to count points, but I was going to do it in an intuitive eating-type fashion. I did not eat on a schedule, I ate when I was hungry. It’s so revolutionary!
I was extremely busy this week with friends, which helped stave off the loneliness that I’m pretty sure is at the root of my binge eating, but we did stuff that I would might have said no to before I made the conscious effort to relax and just let the weight loss happen.
I went for sushi one night last week. I went to a patio and had a regular beer (as in, not light beer). I shopped, attended a concert, found the word’s best cookie and just lived my life as I feel a “normal” person would. Normal, being someone who does not suffer from compulsive and binge eating.
I lost 4 lbs this week.
This is why I had a complete laugh attack upon viewing the number on the scale.
I keep having to relearn my own lessons over and over: weight loss is mostly mental. I’ve said it again and again, but I keep forgetting and then reminding myself.
In this spirit, I”m not going to make a big deal of this loss. I’m just going to keep living my life in its current healthy fashion. No celebrations, no giant declarations of momentum, no planning for the last of the pounds to come off.
Just my life.