I had a couple of long chats today with people who really care about me. One is concerned that I’m not giving my body enough time to rest and heal. So, in a week or two, I might just take off a long weekend and see how I feel. The idea makes me nervous, but I do understand the concern. It’s definitely something I will mull over.The other chat was in a similar vein. She knows how much of a perfectionist I can be, and is worried that I will have a hard time when life really does get in the way and I can’t get my exercise in. I promised her that if that happens, I will freely admit that I messed up, or had something come up, and then jump right back in. The point of this blog is to keep me honest, not to keep me in a straight jacket. So, if I mess up, please forgive me, but keep supporting me.
Tomorrow is the end of week two. I’m really excited, and nervous too. I don’t think the scale will be as generous this week as it was last week, but that’s ok. I actually feel like some things are getting looser already, and that is incredibly motivating. And, that’s why I am also doing the pictures. I love the idea of having multiple ways to judge my success: the scale, the pictures, my clothes, and how I feel. And right now, I just feel happy and hopeful.