Friday, April 25, 2008

Slow and Steady



I woke up this morning dreading the inevitable.

"It's time to get up and weigh yourself," came Brad's cheerful and annoying voice.

Drat! I wished he had forgotten. My response came in indistinguishable groans and moans as I defiantly rolled over in bed and pulled the blanket over my head. "Nooor... grrraaa... umph...."

I only went to the gym once this week, due to my lingering cough. I thought for sure I had either gained a pound over the week or did not lose anything. Nothing tempted me to get out of bed and willingly make my way to the scale. I did not want to see the results of my neglectfulness.

Despite my grumbling and protests, Brad somehow managed to get me into the bathroom. Grudgingly, I stepped on the scale and waited for the results. Three seconds later I was surprised by the numbers I saw. I had lost weight! Not a lot, but still some. I had lost 1.6 pounds since last week!

I am still amazed at the weight I lost even though I hardly exercised last week. I got to keep in mind that "slow and steady wins the race." It's good that I'm losing weight constantly, even if it's small.

1 comment:

The Whitney's said...

Woohoo! Seeing a smaller number than the week before is always GREAT! You're doing so awesome B!