Same time next week

I was not able to stick with the weekly weigh in schedule. Idiot. So while I ate appropriately and exercised like a fiend, the scale did not budge one iota. And it shouldn't, necessarily. But I somehow convinced myself - me, with years of experience in this matter, that the scale should somehow magically reward my renewed efforts. It did not. And so this morning I feel like I have somehow failed, when in fact, I'm doing just fine. I'm not trying to crash diet, as I do know that way lies folly. I'm completely happy with a pound/pound and a half weight loss per WEEK. I just need to step away from the scale.

I did discuss with Bick last night my need to clean up the home environment a bit to make it easier for me to stay on track. He was completely supportive and actually this will tie in with our whole garage/yoga room exercise. In addition to serving as the garage, the third bedroom also serves as the freezer room and the pantry. The freezer could use a good defrosting and the pantry could use a good reorganizing. So we've declared June to be the "let's use up what we've got" month and try to eat from the garden, freezer and pantry. This will also allow Bick to throw some more dollars into the labor fund for the framers and roofers. Unfortunately, progress appears stalled as we can't get the damn store to deliver our lumber order. We placed it the day after Memorial Day, but it still hasn't been delivered.

Today will be a rest day. I feel like I need one. By last night I was just exhausted, but the good news is that I'm sleeping pretty soundly. My plan is to put in a few miles early on Saturday morning and then see what Sunday brings. Sundays are just my worst days and I need a new plan.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Patience is a virtue.

-Roxie