I haven't wanted to totally jinx myself.
To say it out loud and claim it for fear it would become elusive again.
But I've seen it....that number with the mythical 5 in the middle.....and it didn't go anywhere.
one 5 nine
Its a 5. Not a 6. But a 5! That six got kicked in the arse and has made its way off to who cares where!
It was last week....Bon Jovi started to sing to me in my head about living on a prayer and being half way there. It was delightful.
I've since changed my weigh in methods. Numbers don't compute or stay well in my brain. My scale has memory functions and keeps track of my start weight, goal weight and 5 saved weigh ins at a time. It tells me how much I've lost total and how much I have left to lose. I was only saving my weight on Mondays and then periodically weighing in during the week to check in on how things were moving. The frustrating part would be the days that I would be down over 2lbs but at the end of the week the saved weight didn't show that highlight - or that after the good drop I'd gained back some. So, my new method: weigh in several times a week as I remember - but always on Mondays. When there is a good successful drop Save THAT one and track from that point to maintain motivation and drive - as well as the reward of success in hitting that save button on a good note! Those are the only numbers that get saved though. Only the good ones. So if I start to slip up....the scale feedback builds. Instead of a +.2 one week and then next being a +.1.2 I'll get the total of +1.4 so my brain will SEE that it's not JUST a small gain this week but SEE the accumulation of how far from that success point I am getting. To me that is more motivating - to be able to hit the save button again! :)
Oh 5, you are ever so lovely.
Added bonus.....I gave my daughter 3 pairs of my jeans. They required a belt and were saggy and baggy...totally unflattering and I wasn't going to wear them anymore. She's been waiting for that moment. She's already worn all three pairs. They look better on her anyway. She's 8 inches taller than I and they hit all the right places on her slender but curvy teen bod. I'm still pretty boxy in the middle. I think I accidentally got a mans rib cage, for a short chick I've always had this broad ribcage. Granted it does wonders for the 'girls' but really.....they don't need assistance the way they did in high school. Once school starts the Mr and I will be having a little shopping day of our own. I only have 3 pair of pants now....in total. Oh darn! :)
Blessings of your own kind of fabulous 5's in your life,