TOM has arrived and the scale is up 1.5 pounds. I think it's a combo of bloat and salt from eating kalamata olives and feta cheese. Now it's a waiting game to get it back off :\
I'm aggravated that the scale went up, even though there is a logical reason why, and I know that scale fluctuations are perfectly normal, it still bothers me.
Then the thoughts start coming: "You can't do this - you're going to gain all the weight back."
Even though I lost 30 pounds and my clothes keep getting bigger and I can fit into clothes that used to be too small, I somehow think I'm still the weight that I was 30 pounds ago. Even though I can see my body transforming in the mirror, it's like the weight loss isn't real and that I'm going to wake up with all of the weight back on again. I hate those thoughts. Why do they come? These are constant reminders that as we lose weight we have to work on our minds as well as out bodies.
NSVs :)
I'm able to fit into 3 pairs of pants that used to be too small and a girl that I work with commented on my weight loss yesterday and said that I'm looking great these days :)
Today is a half work day for me and I'm going to get my oil changed this afternoon. Tomorrow DD and I are having a yard sale so I will be pricing items and loading my car this evening so I don't think I'll have time for exercise. Maybe I can at least do the resistance bands for my arms.
