I thought about not stepping on my scale this morning. I've been going back and forth about my feelings towards Weight Watchers lately, and I wasn't sure how I felt about weighing myself once a week. Then, I decided my curiosity couldn't handle it if I didn't, so onto my scale I stepped. And, well, I couldn't believe it. "Really? Really??" I said to my scale. I took the unchanging number as a big fat, "Yes, really!"

It would seem, my friends, that I have lost TEN pounds in the past three weeks. Is that actually possible? It doesn't seem possible. And while I feel slightly leaner, and while I've noticed my new shorts sagging down my waist a bit, and even though I also noticed my jeans feeling less like a boa constrictor's death grip when I put them on fresh out of the dryer this morning, and more like, well, jeans... it still doesn't seem possible. But hell, I'll take it! I lost ten pounds. Hooray!

I'm trying to figure out how that happened. I mean, I walked a lot last week. I didn't eat as much fast food, I don't think. (See, this is when actively keeping a food journal would have come in handy. I got back on that today.) I think I'm even building up my leg muscles by walking more, and having more lean muscle tissue helps burn fat more efficiently, I hear, so that could be the case with me!

Regardless, I'm excited and feeling much more empowered about this whole being healthy thing. I'm also excited that my goals are less "lose this number of pounds by this date" and more "do this simple thing a certain number of times this week." It's nice not to look ahead farther than a week, because any more than that seems too overwhelming. A week, I can handle. This week, my goal is to drink two liters of water a day and to do my weight lifting exercises from the book Strong Women Stay Slim three times. And well, so far, so good!

I must say, I'm rather excited to feel motivated about becoming healthier. It's a very powerful and esteem-boosting feeling (not to mention, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time). It's nice to feel strong when I lift weights. It's nice to know I'm making choices based on being kind to myself. It's just good to feel good. And that's what's most important to me. Not the weight loss, per se, but the way I get to feel as a result of it. So I think I'm going to keep at it, and see what happens. Wish me luck!