I think I'm going to stop counting down the days of my journey. I started doing it this way, because I wanted to stay focused and accountable. But I realized yesterday that it made me feel worse: 56 days and not a lot of weight loss. Sure, it was a valuable realization. But right now, I don't feel like getting kicked while I'm down. I might pick it up again at some point, but I need a break for now.
Anyway, I feel great, great, great today. Yesterday was terrific. I had a great run (on the treadmill because it's raining like cats and dogs here), and am so sore today. I feel focused again.
So here's some pretty big incentive for staying on track: I just booked a weekend away in NYC with hubby at the end of December. Sans children! Wheeeee! I'm heading back to work in January after my maternity leave, so I'm hoping to do some killer boxing day shopping there. I would really love to buy some new clothes.
Having said that, I'm not going to focus on what things will be like three months from now, or how much weight I will have lost. That's how I get myself into trouble when I don't live up to my expectations.
I'm just going to take things one day at a time. One hour at a time. And make good choices. I'll get there soon enough.