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pla·teau  (pl-t) n. pl. pla·teaus or pla·teaux (-tz) 1. An elevated, comparatively level expanse of land; a tableland. 2. A relatively stable level, period, or state: Mortgage rates declined, then reached a plateau. intr.v. pla·teaued, pla·teau·ing, pla·teaus To reach a stable level; level off: "The tension seemed to grow by degrees, then it plateaued" (Tom Clancy). [French, from Old French platel, platter, from plat, flat; see plate.]

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Does one pound over 6 weeks count as a plateau?

I think it does.

And it's not cool.

Most weeks there was a reason that I didn't lose, or a reason that I maintained, or even gained. This week? No reason.

I tracked. I ran. I gave up Diet Coke. 

Yes, you read that right. I gave up Diet Coke. For three straight weeks. None. It was bordering on torture.

And then weigh in came. I thought for sure I would be down at least a pound.

I stepped on the scale. She smiled at me. She handed me back my pocket guide. And told me to have a good day.

So I looked. And I gained a pound. Excuse me? A whole pound? When I was good? When I did what the plan asks of me? 

ugh.

I am frustrated.

And disappointed.

And kind of defeated.

So I drank a Diet Coke or two this weekend. Because apparently the fast did nothing.

So there.

It has begun

Husband stopped on his way home from work to pick up a couple of things for dinner.


Somehow, we had an added surprise in the bag when he got home.

And so it begins. 


The candy. The treats. The comfort food. The smells of cinnamon and apples, and all of those yummy baking smells.


This is the time of year that I wish they sold willpower in a bottle. I would buy it by the case.

Beautiful

I am having a hard day.


As a Mom.


As a Wife.


As a Weight Watcher.


I read this little bit of inspiration earlier today, and felt better.

Because at least to someone I am beautiful. When I am not the perfect mother, or the perfect wife, or the perfect Weight Watcher. There is Someone who thinks that I am beautiful, just the way that I was created.


I receive Proverbs 31 devotional daily. It always meets me right where I am. Funny how God does that.

Nothing to Wear

I have nothing to wear. 
On a daily basis. 
Or at least I don't think I have anything to wear.

Because I'm at that point where I'm so proud of how far I've come that I want to start looking nicer in my clothes, but don't want to spend the money on buying nice clothes because I still have so much more to lose.

You with me?  
Here is my closet.

I know, it's kind of ridiculous. 
And good thing I just cleaned it out about a week ago, or else there would be no picture today.


But daily, I stand in the doorway to my closet, looking for something that isn't there. Looking for clothes that fit. That don't me look quite so large. That are cute, and trendy, and don't make me look like a housewife.


And they are not there. Because I am still large, and I am still a housewife. 

Friend Makin' Mondays

Kenzie is hosting Friend Makin Monday, so I thought I would change it up a little bit and join the fun. That's right, two posts in one day. How does one do it? Anyway...

Five Little Questions... Answered

1. What was the most enjoyable part of your weekend?

Easy. Meeting Mallory's preschool teacher and watching her light up when she got to explore her new room. The innocence of children gets me every time.

2. List two or three material possessions that you can't live without.

The first is definitely my computer. I feel disconnected from the outside world without it.  The second would have to be chapstick. Sounds crazy, I know, but I love me some chapstick. It pretty much lives in my pocket 24/7.

3. Which day are you looking forward to most in the coming week?

Saturday is always my favorite day. I weigh in early in the morning and then have the whole day to spend with my family. Husband is home from work, we usually have no plans, and I get to soak up my amazing family as much as I want. But this week Thursday is a close runner up, since Mallory will be starting preschool that day. Oh, to only have two littles for a couple of hours...

4. Share one of your most embarrassing stories...

About 2 years ago, Husband and I got a little getaway weekend to Whistler, where the plan was to go skiing. He LOVES to ski, and we don't get to do it very often, since Southern California is not actually known for its winter resort type weather. Anyway, after we arrived, we went down to get all of our ski gear that we would be renting for the time that we were there. We tried on ski boots, and they did.not.fit. As in, could not get them around my calves without cutting off the circulation to my feet, did not fit. The people at the rental place did what they could, and adjusted them as far out as they could go without my feet falling out of the boots, but still. I tried to make a joke out of it, because that's how I do it, but the damage had been done. The boots were much too tight the whole trip, resulting in less skiing than I would have liked. 

Husband still had a great time, but next time, there will be more skiing, and boots that fit.

5. Share three of your "must-read" blogs and tell us why we should read them too!

Julie, at Joy's Hope is an inspiration. Not only is she hysterical, but she is real, and honest, and pretty much awesome. She is super crafty and sports amazing tutorials. I would like to be her when I grow up.

Jeanett, from life.rearranged will turn your world upside down. She has an amazingly generous heart and her story will challenge you to give what you can. And her kids are super cute, too. 

Keelie, at real fat is so honest and open about her journey. She truly is an inspiration.

Monday Motivation

My Weekend... In Numbers

Zero.

The amount of pounds I lost this week. (I'm not surprised, I was pretty much a pig all week.) 
Also the amount of pounds I gained. (Yay!! Guess all of those activity points made up for something.)
And the number of Diet Coke's that I have consumed in um, thirteen days. But nobody is counting.


Four.


The number of points that I actually, physically wrote down on paper to track all my food this weekend. So much for that goal for the week.


Two Hundred Eleven.


My maximum heart rate during my workout this morning. Um, Yikes. No wonder why I can't breathe.


Five Hundred Eighty Three.


See how many calories you can burn when your heart rate is around two hundred? Impressive, I know. In only 32 minutes.


Ten Thousand.


The amount of times I had to tell a child "No" this weekend. That was fun.