Motivation

I was afraid stepping on the scale Tuesday morning.  I felt like I was going to regret the way I ate from Saturday through Monday.  Despite trying to not overdo it on Easter weekend, I was surrounded by too much food and drink and found myself tempted to overeat.  Trying to resist was difficult, but I kept reminding myself what I was doing it for.  Not only that, but Monday night, my friends and I found ourselves with a reason to celebrate, and so we did, with beer, bourbon, and chicken wings.

However, stepping on the scale each day so far this week, I found myself more motivated.  It wasn't that bad.  Limiting myself was a good thing.  I did well.  I want to keep it up.

It also felt good today to have two of the friends and Sean say that they've noticed my weight loss this week.  It was nice to have someone recognize it, even when I don't see.

Motivation, for me, is the little rewards I see on a daily basis.  The scale, the compliments, and when MyFitnessPal tells me that I've logged in 25 days in a row.  (Although, truth be told, it is easy having the app on my phone to scan most items...)  Motivation is the ache after a good work out, and the sense of accomplishment at the end of the night when I know I maintained my calorie limit for the day.  I know I'm not going to lose 25 pounds overnight.  But the small changes make a world of difference for me.