Le Sigh.
Last night, I promised myself that I wouldn't let myself feel disappointed if the scale didn't show much progress when I did my weigh-in this morning. After all, I said to myself, tomorrow I'll just be finishing up my TOM so, really, I should consider it a small victory even if I just maintain at last week's weight.
Well, I did manage to go down by 0.2, but--of course--no matter what I told myself last night, I did feel a little disappointed when I didn't see more progress on the scale.
Rationally, I know perfectly well that it really is a small victory not to have gone up during my TOM, and I had plenty of other small victories this week (resisting various food temptations at the Staff Day, fitting in three walks, etc.), but I guess it's only human to want to see it reflected more concretely on the scale.
OTOH, I did lose some more inches off my chest, waist, hips and thighs, so there's some progress right there. Time to buck up!



I know I would not have been that strong, especially after having a whole day of treats thrust under my nose.