When I went to the doctor's office last Tuesday and weighed in at 219lbs I was grateful for what I had accomplished at that point. During the month of May my heaviest weight was a shameful 243lbs, which was the heaviest I had ever been in my life (even with five pregnancies). Even during the shame I remained hopeful and confident that it would be the last time that I would feel myself inside that body.

As I reflected on my weight at 219 last week I started to think of what I desired to accomplish within the next seven days. For me, I set for myself mini goals, or baby steps that are attainable week after week. The goal that I wanted to accomplish for last week was to get out of the teens, I felt that seven pounds would be rather difficult to attain because A) I wouldn't have the opportunity to workout because I was going out of town and I hadn't lost seven pounds in a week since the surgery. So I was satisfied at achieving this goal by the end of this week.

To my delight, when I got on the scale this morning I was 212lbs!! I DIDN'T believe my scale so I weighed myself again, and again, standing on it in a different spot each time! At some points the number was lower...but 212 made me happy!

It feels great to have this tool in place to keep me from feeling the discouragement of:

• Working out and not seeing results
• Overeating at the end of the day because I've starved myself all day
• Overeating...period!
  
• Being on yet another failed diet
• and most importantly being yet another victim of circumstance

My goal this week is to be in single digits so I can prepare for my next trip to onederland! Who's with me? Let's get ready...set...go!