Day Three Hundred and Forty-Three - Hoping for a Miracle

I am very nervous about tomorrow's weigh in.  I am praying that somehow I am either down, or the same as last week.  If I am up in weight, I am simply hoping that it isn't more than a pound.  I don't think I ever imagined how emotionally up and down this weight loss journey would be.  If you've been following my blog for very long then you've probably noticed the pattern I've set.  After losing weight I celebrate for a day or two.  then I work hard the rest of the week trying to lose more.  Finally the night before the weigh in I freak out a little bit that I have failed to lose more weight.  In previous weeks I would always be wrong.  I would step on the scale the next morning only to be pleasantly surprised that I had lost more weight.  I'm afraid that won't be the case in the morning.  After eating the way I did this past weekend, I know I will most likely be up a few pounds.  Regardless of tomorrow's results, I still plan to hit two hundred and twenty pounds by September first.  It may be difficult to achieve, but I know I can do it.  I'm losing my butter half.

My calories today were really great.  I know I had too many carbs with my dinner, but I feel like I am back on track with counting my calories.  My workout this morning went well.  I ran out of time (I allowed myself to sleep in an extra half-hour), so I didn't do my side planks or six inch lifts.  I mowed the lawn tonight, so I hit my 10,000 steps!