another lb down

Four pounds, 11 days. Wish it were 11 pounds in four days, but hey, I'll take what I can get. At least I am seeing something happening, even if it is just on the scales. Wish I could see it more in the mirror or the clothes, but I guess I need to be patient. And I did put on a pair of jeans the other day that I haven't had on in a while. That felt good. Now, for the size sixes! Ha! Oh, well. I can dream. Tonight, after work, I get to do my least favorite: yoga. I wonder if they make yoga designed specifically for the short and fat? I think not. If you never hear from me again, it's because I have pretzel-fied myself this evening. Tomorrow's headline will read either "Woman found strangled by her own body" or "Woman found suffocated by her own flesh." In either case, "woman" will be me. :)
Honestly, though. I don't know if it is the P90X or the Eating For our Blood Type, but something must be working. And while the workouts aren't quite as intense as everyone made them sound, they are somewhat difficult. I have done so well with my eating. I really have. Usually, I would cheat and say, it's only one cheeseburger, or one small fry, and I'll be good the rest of the week. But I haven't done it this time-yet. Last night, I wanted to so badly. See, Taco Bell is on my way home, and they have that fresco menu, so I thought, I really wanted to stop and it wouldn't be so bad. After all, I had been good all day. But I didn't. And then I didn't ask my husband to bring home a margarita pizza on his way home. And I didn't send my daughter for ice cream when I got home. And I didn't cheat. And while that hurt last night, and I struggled last night, this morning, when I got on that scale and saw another pound missing, it felt so good! Can you imagine? I mean, if I had eaten any of those things I wanted last night, I wouldn't be a pound down today. And this morning, while I was working out, every time I wanted to quit, I thought about that one pound, and how if I kept going, maybe I could lose one more. Who knew one pound held so much power? :) So, now, to make it through today. This morning was a grapefruit, and one slice of peanut butter bread. Lunch/dinner will consist of lentil soup and a plum. I think I can do this. I think blogging about it helps. I can see my progress in black in white, and I feel more accountable. I don't know if anyone is reading this or not, but I guess it helps to think that someone is, and that's the accountability aspect. And if there is anyone reading this, and if the reader is an overweight, middle aged, mother of 4 who has struggled for the last 10 years with her weight, her body image and her will power, please know, if I can do it, anyone can.