Days 8-10

So I'm just over the middle of week 2. Or should I say weak 2? I went shopping on Monday and bought all the necessary food to make sure I stick to the eating plan. However, come about noon on Wednesday (day 10) I gave into some major cookie craving. We still had some Costco cookies. You know, those huge, amazingly yummy cookies! I ate 2. I felt so guilty, that I had to mentally get back on track for the remainder of the day. We ended up going to the gym and eating fairly well the rest of the day. But I ended the day eating some terrible chips from the Mexican store. They were always my favorite and I just gave in.
But I found what sets up my day for being a good day and vice versa. If I wake up really tired and ready to just go back to bed, I didn't get enough recuperating sleep. When that happens, my willpower is shot the rest of the day, I tend to be lazier than I normally am, and my temper is so much shorter towards the kids, Pasquale and the rest of the driving population of Phoenix. I woke up that way yesterday. I have to make more of an effort to make sure I'm in bed early. I've been trying to be asleep by 11:00. I think that was working for a while, but only if Dominic goes right back to sleep every time I have to get up to feed him- which is still about every 2-3 hours.

But now that the bad news is over, I have a couple really great things to report. I have been treating each day as a new, fresh start and that has really helped with my willpower and staying on track. Another good thing has popped up lately. I've always had these bumps on my upper arms. I think it's mostly from sun damage and dehydration. But it's pretty unsightly. With the combination of the steam room regularly, an exfoliating body scrub, and lotion, my arms are starting to clear up. I didn't realize it until Pasquale told me he noticed they were looking better. This coming from the guy who usually doesn't notice ANYTHING unless directly pointed out! So that was pretty cool.

Another thing he pointed out. He said my general attitude has been much better. I realized at that point that he is absolutely right. I am much happier than I have been. I have more energy and that helps my patience level, and that stops me from yelling at Sophia, and that makes my day so much more peaceful. I don't feel so sluggish, and that helps me get more done throughout the day, and that helps me feel accomplished. I feel better about myself, which helps me feel better about others, which helps me love my husband better. All of these chain reactions are the result of eating better and exercising. Isn't it crazy that just after a week and a half, my life can be so dramatically different than it was before?

And the last great news to report. I haven't been weighing myself each day anymore like I said. But I gave in yesterday morning. I was up, I was in the bathroom, why not? My weight was a solid 228 lbs! I finally broke the constant up and down around the 230 mark. I weighed myself again this morning and I am still at that weight even after I fudged up on my eating yesterday. I felt so guilty yesterday that I really pushed my workout harder than I ever had before. I think I need to take that kind of mentality every time I workout now. I'm not even sore today. How crazy is that?
So all kinds of good news today. Week 2 is almost over and I'm excited to keep going. I will make 12 weeks at this rate after all!