Day 8 Weigh In #1 The Moment of Truth

I tiptoed up to the scale, timidly stepped on, let a few seconds pass so all the poundage could shift about and register, then I glanced down...I lost 3.8 pounds! The Gods of the Scale were smiling and I think I even saw the read out window wink. In my best Sally Fields Oscar-accepting voice, I sang, "you like me, you really like me!" I bent down, tenderly patted that 'lil old Taylor lithium electronic scale and then, I hit the door walking. I had sold my Sole Meuinere to Lucifer last night, I had a debt to pay.
As I trudged up and down the rolling concrete sidewalks, I thought about the 20/90 plan. It works, plain and simple. There is no debating, dissecting or analyzing it. It's math. In the numbering mathematics scheme we use, 1+1 does not equal 3. In the dieting plan we are following, gobbling up more calories than we are firing off does not equal weigh loss. Less calories taken in plus more calories burned up equals pounds lost.
I realize that my first week's loss was high and I anticipated that on Day One, but I knew that if I followed the formula it would work. Always does. The rubber is about to meet the road in Week Two because the honeymoon period is over. What I like to call the "easily lost weight" (retained water) has been flushed away, now I'm into the concrete, the hard core padding that seems as if it has to be chiseled off.

How much weight did you drop this week? Are you on target? Did you hit the 1.66 mark? If you didn't, then you didn't follow the plan. You didn't count (or you counted incorrectly) and you probably didn't walk or run or do any kind of aerobic activity. Is this yet another failed attempt in which you'll blame the program? Are you serious about this? If you are, now is the time to get in the boat because the next 11 weeks are going to get tougher and you'll only have yourself to thank or blame. No one or nothing else to blame this go around, just you and the count. The defeated feeling that comes with failure can't be worth all the Little Debbie Zebra Cakes in the world.
I am the first one to admit it is not easy to get off your butt and allot 45 minutes to something that, at the time, doesn't have an immediate payoff. The 3/4 hour of activity might not seem as important as some extra sleep or watching "Lost". Nothing that is sacrificed in a moment of desire seems important. But it is important.
It's very important, and on Weigh In Day, it's vital.