Yep. That is what I did this morning when I was figuring out what to wear to work. I grabbed a size 14 pair of jeans that were nearly falling off of me just 6 months ago. They are still loose but not as much as before. I was so close to a size 12. Don't you just hate it when you know the scale is inching up by the way your clothes fit?
It's a wake up call. One of many that I've had in the last 6 months. I'm taking small steps again like I did in the beginning. I was cray-cray busy at work but I forced myself for a 2 mile walk. I'll inch my way back up to jogging at noon but until then, I'll do my best not to jump off the ledge.
You know that panicky feeling you get when you realize you've gained weight? It's a precarious little place to be. You're one choice away from choose a cheeseburger vs. the chicken salad and then you top off with a shake.
This morning, I was in our business office and there were cookies on a table. BEAUTIFUL COOKIES. I stared at them for a few mintues until I was caught and was offered one. I declined but more out of embarrassment than choice.
trying to right the ship... one choice at a time....
send me good thoughts okay?