Day Fifteen - Weighing in

I've been afraid to step on the scale this week. I didn't eat like I should have over the weekend, and I know that the number my scale says means a little too much for me. Well, over this past week I guess I've learned that the numbers aren't everything. I technically gained almost a pound this week, which isn't what I wanted, but I had some other results that made me smile. A lot.

First of all, I dropped my body percentage of fat by a full percent. I have one of those nifty scales that calculates the total body fat, and my number is down. I would think my scale is broken, except that I can see the measurement elsewhere. In just one week, I've moved to a size smaller on my belt buckle. In fact, I have to wear a belt if my pants are going to stay up. I think that is a victory indeed.

Little things like the smaller belt size keep me going, when temptations are hitting me from every side. The last couple of days I've been a 90 percent dieter, meaning that if I am not perfect, it's ok. But the reality of life is that it is not ok. I need to be 100 percent committed to this journey, or I won't succeed. The gluten can't clear out of my system if I keep introducing it back in. Neither can the sugar. Time to up my percentages a bit.

In other news, I trained for the 5 K again today, and this time I was completely knocked out. I'm talking dead asleep on the couch, unable to process what was going on around me. Thank goodness for older children, who I knew wouldn't be getting into danger while I slept. Will I ever learn to take baby steps in getting my exercise in? I'm not sure. Dr. P's office called, and I'm supposed to go back in on Monday to get my adrenal gland test results. The fact that he wants to see me, and not just go over results on the phone, says to me that something is probably amiss. I'm hoping he'll be able to tell me why I'm so exhausted after exercising.

Here's to hoping I find the baby steps I need!