I cheated

I did. But in a good way.

You see I've developed such good eating anf fitness habits in the last couple of months. Well, at least good to me. I'm not perfect, but I try to be good. I track everything I eat. I track my fitness and calories burned. I make sure that I'm at the gym 6 days a week. I make sure that I'm keeping my carbs (oh lovely beautiful nummy carbs) to a minimum. I make sure that my fat intake is lower. I've made all these changes that speak to a healthier me.

And yet, when I got that that scale last Friday, even though I knew it, it hurt to see no loss. I work hard at this and the zero change is kind of defeating. No matter how much I talk myself into the fact that the inches lost is good.

So this morning I stepped on the scale. And promptly smiled. I lost another 2 pounds. I'm up to 11 pounds lost.

And while I realize that the 11 pounds isn't much, it's something. And it brings a smile to my face like the birthday cake did.