The Perfect Storm

Cherilyn: GAINED, 2.3%
Mary: LOST .39%   ...and the RockStar disco ball for this week goes tooooooo.....

Weigh in Monday and all my motivational speeches have not miraculously made me smaller!! I know, I am shocked as well! haha!! But seriously... shall I list my excuses? Company all week...still haven't run... heat? Ok, I'm worthless, but as always,  I have the answer.  

I have always talked about the skinny girl in me. That I have never seen this woman in me, a third smaller with a small waist and tank top worthy arms, etc... I have seen glimpses of her and when I imagine what she must be like!!??   Woooooweee!! :P Lol.  Anyway, I think this calls for a perfect week. I mean perfect. Water everyday, eating right everyday, exercise everyday. It's like finals week, when you have to ignore your friends calling, let the laundry go and focus on one thing...just for one week. No excuses. I don't want to hear about all your responsibilities!!! Shouldn't responsibilities be me first and then the rest...in that order??  Once we're in the best health of our lives, we will be better wives, mothers, employees, daughters and friends! The sacrifice is worth it, the rewards are great!

Why? Here's why. Throughout a typical week...we him and haw, we have ups and downs and we manage. I think it's because we never really believe it. We never REALLY believe the weight is going to come off, all of it, for good. We need something dramatic. We need to stand on the scale and look down and say... "Whoa. It really does work." I think the motivating adrenaline from that shot of success will carry on. I don't mean perfect months or anything, but we will get rid of the negative Nancy sitting on our left shoulder, because we will know, when we do the work, our bodies respond, just like we want them to.

Perfect Week people....it's time! :)

Did she say perfect? We can't be perfect...what happened to "no one's perfect?" 

Stop!!   It's a week. Seven little days!! If you have to, break it up... it's actually just a perfect day... seven times! Whatever you have to tell yourself. It's those tiny little slips all week long that kill us on the scale, that turn months into years and here we are, thirty-something, trying to lose weight!! I will NOT do this when I am forty! I refuse! I will spend this Christmas eating pie and not worrying because I am so much smaller and I know how to get it right back off come January. I will wear a smokin hot dress on New Year's and I WILL look better than I did in high school, at me twenty year reunion!!  Whew. There. Sorry I yelled. :)  I promise...this will pave the way, making more perfect days easier down the road! :)