So yesterday I went to see my personal trainer. It was weigh in day. I expected a 3+ pound fat loss to show on the scales. What showed up? 1.2 pounds. 1.2!!! I felt like one of those contestants on Biggest Loser (yep, I am addicted to that show. It helps me out a lot to see the changes their bodies are under going) when they step on the scales with big grins and then they see a 1 or 2 lb. drop and their faces just fall. That's what I felt like. It really ruined my entire day. Just ask my husband. I really considered quitting, Over losing *only* 1.2 lbs. But then last night, after an all day pity party, I realized that hey, I had lost weight. I hadn't gained it, and any change in the right direction was ok. SO i went back and looked at my food logs and here is what I found:

My dairy intake tripled last week. I was staying at my parents house taking care of their dogs and well, they had a lot of laughing cow around. I have a weakness for cheese snacks, which is why I don't buy them.

That four pounds of strawberries my dad so thoughtfully bought for me at costco was consumed way to fast. 5 strawberries here, 4 there, eaten all day long adds up to be a LOT more sugar than I am used to.

That one meal I went out for Italian and enjoyed one or two pieces of bread too many really wasn't the wisest choice.

I guess this last week it became painfully obvious: when you have PCOS, you really can't cheat much and get away with it. Grains and sugar really do play havoc on my system. So this week, I am concentrating on choosing my food battles a little more carefully. I am also going to start on a "dream book" to keep me motivated. Its going to contain pictures or descriptions of all the things I am going to do once I get rid of all this excess baggage and can do them: things like fit into the rides at six flags again (I am an adrenaline junkie at heart), go kite surfing, ect ect. Those are the things that are going to get me through the next few hours, days, weeks and months.