I Don't Wanna Weigh In

Not today. I'm like the cartoon cat based on Abbott and Costello..."I've been a bad, bad girl." I don't want to weigh in. I've eaten more than I should have and exercised less than I needed. This does not produce excitement on those platform scales at UAMS. Not to mention that I have to wait over an hour to hear the not-so-good news. Just give me my supplements and let me leave!

Ok...Now is the time for all good cognitions to come to the aid of my doubt. I am sabotaging again and I KNOW this. This is what is so frustrating. I have a plan that I know will work. What do I do? I mess with it. I don't stay in bounds. I tip-toe on the line, fall over, say "Well look at that!" and start to tip-toe again.

I have to remind myself, "IF I WORK IT, I WON'T FAIL!" I mean, I've lost 20 pounds already. I'm getting compliments daily. What more could I ask for? Nothing! So what am I missing? Me. I am missing the good things I need to be saying to myself. I see so much of what needs to be done that I don't congratulate myself for what I have done.

Oh, shrink, shrink thyself and thou wilt shrink!