I think my brain is messing with me. I think I am thinking too much about the weight loss and being a size 12 that I have not appreciated the ride it took to get this far. I am down to a 14 which is wonderful. I can wear clothes I haven’t fit in years. I can sit down and cross my legs and not have to change positions for a long period of time. I can see the definition of my collarbone that my grandmother use to say was the sexiest part of a woman’s body. So what is my hang up? I am so use to seeing people drop 20, 30 even 40lbs so fast that 1 to 1.5 lbs a week seems slow. I feel better physically, I look better from what others say so why is my brain not registering the great job or news I have been receiving? I keep saying that I am trying to do better but the word try seems to be deflecting my progress. Why is it I can’t just jump into happiness? What is it I am missing that can’t see the glass as half full? I think the scale (which I have always been taught was evil) is the damper or my beautiful transitional parade.

Breakfast:
Hemp Protein Shake
Banana

Snack:
Almonds
Sunflower Seeds

Lunch:
Hemp Protein Shake
Vegan Spicy Black Bean Chili

Dinner:
Quinoa with Heirloom tomatoes, spinach and onions

Exercise:
Trainer