I’m afraid I’m becoming one of those annoying people who does/discovers something positive and then starts to preach. I haven’t opened my mouth yet – and I won’t, ever – but the thoughts are there … and I’m not sure I like that.

I first recognized it a few days ago when I was sitting in a car outside of a gas station and happened to notice a family getting into a car next to me. There were 2 kids and 2 adults – each with cinnamon rolls, icees, a couple of cokes, a corn dog and some other packaged stuff in a bag that I couldn’t identify. At 8AM. A year ago I probably would have noticed and briefly wondered why a parent would give a child so much sugar so early in the day. The other day, though? That food constituted neglect for a brief moment (probably because both kids appeared to be fairly significantly overweight) – until I put myself in my place. My place that has nothing to do with their lives.

The thing is, I don’t really fault the parents. That stuff tastes good. It’s what the kids likely asked for. It’s easy. It’s probably what the parents wanted and are accustomed to feeding their kids. I’m not living their lives and they aren’t living mine – it just made me sad … and I don’t necessarily think that’s fair … but it’s there.

So … my weight loss for the week = 0.4. Unlike last time, I didn’t throw a fit and let it ruin my day. I don’t know why I’m not seeing larger losses on a regular basis on the scale (given I have the calorie deficit to see losses), but I feel … something. I’m ready to go down another size, for sure. I had my hands in my pockets the other day and happened to notice that my upper legs are rock hard. Same thing happened earlier in the week at pilates – I have actual muscles – and they’re noticeable for the first time ever. I can see/feel pockets of fat that I need to lose vs. needing to lose all over … if that makes sense. I think I’m in a whole new realm of weight loss. It’s kind of strange.

The last 30 pounds are obviously going to be a challenge. I need to tweak something … just not sure what. I briefly thought about giving up strength training/pilates and upping cardio only, but I know that’s ridiculous. I just need to get over my need to see a loss on the scale. It will happen. It’s not happening as quickly as I’d like, but whatever. I know what I’m doing is right for me.