I haven't gotten on the scale in forever. Actually, I think the last time I weighed was June 1: 208 pounds. Every morning I think about getting on the scale, and every morning I avoid it. I don't *think* I have gained any weight... my clothes fit the same and I feel good. I am just having an aversion to knowing, right now, I guess. It feels like I am eating a lot more food on this new plan the Medifast dietitians gave me. It is very satisfying and filling. I love being able to eat fruit and more vegetables and not worry about counting condiments, too. I've been walking every day, twice a day, and doing some swimming and biking as well. So part of me in the back of my mind thinks: yay! The pounds *must* be just MELTING off! I am so much more active now, not sitting most of the day and my calorie intake has gone up enough, I believe, to heal any issues with my metabolism yet it is still low enough for weight loss. I think things like, "oh, I will get on the scale! I bet I weigh 199 by now!" But then I remember how frustrated I got last time I was trying to get below 200 because the pounds just slipped by soooo slowly. And I think to myself that if I get on the scale and see 208 again or 206 or worse yet, 210, I will flip. I don't want to set myself up for disappointment. So I have stayed off. I guess I am waiting for my pants to be falling off me or something so I *know* I have lost a significant amount of weight. I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as I am doing the right things. If enough time passes and I am still fitting in the same pants, I'll know something's up, I will have to weigh and reassess at that point. But for now I feel very good, my energy is better and I am happier, so I will go with that.
We're leaving tomorrow on our little trip for 4 days. I am bringing plenty of Medifast shakes, bars, cereal, smoothies, hot cocoa, and oatmeal. I am also bringing my water bottle and a cooler full of produce. Can't wait!
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