Sometimes this whole process feels so random with so many variables outside my control that when something goes right it's as if the planets had to align for something so rare to occur in the cosmos. I lost two pounds this week. Frankly, I'm stunned. I did the journaling. I did the exercise. I added back the weight training. I spent the time and tried to cope with emotions rather than eat them. I give no credit to me and what I've worked at this week. Still, two pounds has made me happy enough to go to the gym today when I don't want to. When my back is hurting. Knowing I'm going to dinner with friends tonight at a restaurant that isn't diet friendly. Knowing I will have the cheese fondue and the chocolate fondue. Some might call it a reward, but rewarding with food is largely what got me into this. I DESERVE it! Yeah, deserving it has nothing to do with what my body will do with it.
So where is optimism born? Is it in the doing? Is it in the hormones? Is it in the results? Two pounds isn't going to even make my jeans looser and my chances of this working aren't any better today than on any other day. This attitude seems as equally random. It must be the evil hormones.
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