veering

Last week I took a week off from counting points and carefully planning food and all that good stuff that has led to my 22 pound weight loss (thus far). I kept telling myself that I was "practicing maintenance" for the week. I can't even remember why I decided to have that kind of a week, but I do know it was a conscious decision. I didn't go to my WW meeting on Sunday morning, but I did jump back into journaling yesterday. And yet. This evening I had a reasonable meal but proceeded to eat the pumpkin cookie with heavenly frosting that the husband brought home, plus a handful of doughnut holes, plus a few mini candy bars from the Halloween candy bucket. And I'm a little worried. I'm veering into all or nothing thinking, deciding already today that I'll just skip my next WW meeting. Which I won't, but the fact that I contemplated it suggests that all is not right in my head.

In the last couple weeks I went shopping for smaller pants. I'm all outfitted and ready to get through the next two months or so as I move down the scale toward my goal weight. I will get there...I'm about 10 pounds away. I can do it. But for some reason I've hit a little bump, and I don't want to be stuck here. I get stuck way too often in my life. I know what stuck looks like. Stuck and I are good friends. The last 5 months or so of weight loss have been OK, not too stressful or unbearably difficult. Work, but manageable work. And here I am at a hard part, and I am a little worried.

Time to...