Stamina

So the scale shows no iota of movement given my treks across OR and WA.  I'm not surprised, since I didn't feel like I'd lost weight (and I know the last few days were not the best in terms of what I was eating), but I'm also a bit disappointed.  I'm also facing the back-in-Cinti-and-my-old-routine-blues.  It's Cinti, but it's also the same ol', same ol' that has me feeling a bit tired of it all.  I've got to get my head into the isn't-this-exciting-and-good to be back to the old routine kind of feeling.  Bleh. 

I also have to acknowledge that the scale is not everything.  That the fact that I didn't lose the entire amount of pounds that I wanted to isn't bad, it's just what they call A START.  I have months ahead of me to lose the weight it took months to gain, but . . .

. . . I realize I have a lot of other ideas piled on the weight loss idea:  if I lose weight, I will look great, do great, attract great people (read: men), and so on.  My life will magically change.  I know that's not true, but I also think that there are more things than just my weight that I'm hoping to change and that these other things need to be approached directly so that not so much is tied up with a number on a scale. 

My work is only starting . . . .