Sick of Sweats

I suppose I could wear something else, but nothing really fits right. I'm wearing size 16 GAP jeans (and some 14's), but the button won't snap in any size. It's hard to say just how much of my tummy is remaining preggo pooch, but honestly, who cares...

I'll officially end week 1 tomorrow and hope to meet my 3lb goal for the week, but even at 3 lbs per week, it will be months before I feel OK in regular clothes. It's times like these when you have to take deep breaths and keep your eye on the prize. I know that sticking with the plan is the only way to reclaim my life and body, but it's difficult when you start each and every day trying on cloths that are too tight and resorting to sweatpants. These feelings of desperation and self-loathing begin first thing in the morning, but now there is no consoling myself with food. It's this self-loathing/emotional eating cycle that got me here in the first place. I've found a few things to think about when the thought crosses my mind to give up.

• If it takes me 6 months to a year, so what! I will either be fat or skinny at the end of this time, and one thing is for sure, the time will pass.
• This is a lifestyle change and not a diet. If I continue to do so well, my body will have no choice but to respond.
• I'm happy and enjoying life now. I'm not waiting to be thinner to start living.
• Each pound is like 4 sticks of butter. I would do just about anything to get 4 sticks of butter off my body, even if I really need to drop 280 sticks of butter.

To everyone reading this wearing sweatpants or jeans that are too uncomfortable to bend over in, take a deep breath and keep your eye on the prize. You could be 4 - 12 sticks of butter shy by the end of this week!