Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I'm having a Veruca Salt kind of day..."I want it NOW!" I'm feeling awfully impatient and would like, by sometime this afternoon, to drop 20 lbs. or so. I want to wake up tomorrow morning and be able to comfortably wear my smaller clothes. But something tells me that's not going to happen.
"Slow and steady wins the race" has been my catch phrase, and it's serving me well. I remind myself daily to be patient. I'm doing my part by watching my calorie intake and burning off some of those calories with exercise. And who am I to argue with the laws of math and science? But for some reason, today's a doozy. I'm really struggling with it.
I've had non-scale victories like fitting into my "smaller" big pants. I can climb the stairs in my house *without* getting out of breath. I have a lot more energy than I had a month ago. Progress, not perfection, right?
So, I guess I just have to hold on tight and wait for my impatience to pass. Oh, the irony!