After a rapid five-pound weight loss the first week, I've only lost two more pounds in the following three weeks. And I've been doing everything right! And exercising, too!
This is what I tell myself.
The number on the scale is only one measurement. There are other measurements of success.
I'm sleeping better.
My skin looks better.
I'm getting stronger.
Digestive issues are resolving.
I'm treating my body well, and taking good care of it. It's happy ("yay! cruciferous veggies today, guys!!"). My body isn't cowering, saying, "brace yourselves, here comes an onslaught of white sugar! Man your stations everybody!" (Hey, whatever helps, right?)
A too-tight pair of pants fits better.
And what's the hurry, really? So I can be "done," and go back to "life as usual?" No. No. No. This is not a diet, dear Deborah, that you abandon once you reach your goal. (Um, that's the kind of thinking that got you here in the first place.) This is a lifestyle.
Even when you reach your goal, you will still eat this way, I remind myself. Unprocessed, whole foods, eschewing white flour and white sugar, because you know this way of eating is the best way to take care of this body you've been given.
This gift, fearfully and wonderfully made.
So I keep on . . .