It's a numbers game.

Seeing Jennifer Hudson reaction to Oprah's question, "How much have you lost?" had me believing that Ms. Hudson was an absolute flake.

 

She hesitated. She went back and forth with her handler. She acted weak. 

 

Flaky.

 

She reasoned that people get caught up in the numbers. She said it's not about the numbers.

 

The hell it isn't! I just lost 10 pounds! I'm going to tell every one I see!

 

'Whatever, flake!' I said to the TV.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

No doubt there is an extreme amount of confidence that comes from seeing results.

 

In the past 10 years, the only time I have seen results on the scale has been when prescriptions were involved.

 

Wait, no, that's a lie.

 

A week after the princess was born I lost 10 lbs.

 

Otherwise, the scale has been steadily increasing. Every time I stepped on the scale it was up a pound or two.

 

Every season change was an excuse to go buy new clothes. Bigger clothes.

 

Seeing solid results is a huge boost. I know that I am doing things the right way.

 

No diets. No gimmicks.

 

Sacrifice. Hard work.

 

My new found confidence brought in a little bit of cocky.

 

Cocky made me believe that I had myself under control. I thought I could relax a little.

 

I started snacking. I started to sneak in foods that were not healthy. I ate a little more than I knew I needed.

 

I slept in. I missed an appointment with the professional.

 

I had dropped my guard and let in self-sabotage disguised as confidence. 

 

I was caught up in my numbers. 

 

Don't get me wrong, I know that what I have accomplished is monumental- for me. It's wonderful. But I still need to maintain absolute focus.

 

I'm back in the game. Armed with just enough fear to keep me balanced.

 

I know I am not yet where I need to be.

 

I know I still need a little help.

 

I won't lose sight of the goal.

 

I can't get distracted by numbers.