i'm not going to get discouraged

for heaven sakes, it is one week. but, it was a week that i thought i was being "good." okay...except for the cookies on monday....but a good week of eating spinach & grilled meats and salads and only half a peanut butter sandwich but a whole apple & strawberries fresh picked from new jersey.

i hate going and checking it at the scale, standing there in my bathing suit and realizing i lost nothing this week. i know in my head that it okay....but for a moment there.... well, let's just say i went nuts-o. i starting creating the scenario that i had hit my plateau and that this was the end and i was not going to lose what i wanted to by my dad's wedding and blah, blah, blah. i admit that i have crazy moment... this was one of them.

i have to talk sense into myself....first, stop weighing every week. two weeks is a good time frame. for those of you who hate the scales...i have to make sure i am not loosing too much because i am still a nursing mom... which there is really not any chance of happening but it is good for me to check in with my weight since my body is still changing back to normal (whatever that means post-pregnancy body) and i need some sort of gage since clothes are not accurate at this juncture... enough babbling.

happy summer! it will 92 and humid today.... get those air conditioners cranking.