Lately I’ve felt like I haven’t been doing very well. Going out with friends, last weekend’s overnight party, the fatigue following staying up until 3 am… I was tired and not feeling so great and somehow I let myself think I may as well throw in the towel ’cause I really haven’t been sticking to this whole points thing.

But last night my friend and I took our 10 year old boys to see Rain, the Beatles Experience at the Hippodrome. I had been so tired all week that I forgot what a great show I was going to see that I should be really excited about! So I put together a playlist on my zen of all the Beatles albums I have and listened to that all day leading up to the concert. This greatly improved my mood and general outlook.

Before the concert we had dinner. While talking to my friend about her running regimen and my swimming regimen I realized I swam 4 times last week. 4 times! And it wasn’t because I forced myself (well, okay… Wednesday when I was still really tired I forced myself a little), it was just because that’s what I do now. Yep, I’m a swimmer. It’s official. Anyway, I didn’t realize how much exercise I had gotten last week - I hadn’t given myself nearly enough credit.

During the concert there were a few songs where everybody got up and danced. Our boys looked like they were embarrassed to see their moms waving their arms and screaming along with “Revolution” (they should have seen us at the Elvis Costello concert back in April). Anyway, while dancing I noticed my jeans were fabulously loose on me. Normally they’re only that loose after I’ve worn them a couple of days in a row, but they were fresh out of the dryer that afternoon. Hmmmmmm…..

So this morning I stepped on the scale (about 2 weeks since the last time I weighed myself), and I’m down 2 more pounds! I’ve now lost a total of 8 pounds in about 6 weeks. Go me!

I mentioned a few posts ago that I have been reading Pasta Queen’s blog from the very beginning to see how she kept herself going (she’s lost about 200 lbs in the past 3 years - that’s a long time to stick with it). She would weigh herself every week, and if she’d been really good and gained a pound anyway she didn’t let it get her down. She knew that sticking with it was the only way, and the results don’t always show up on the scale immediately. Likewise, if she was bad and lost weight anyway she didn’t take that as a license to continue to be bad. She knew it would catch up with her eventually, so she should keep on trying to be good.

That’s how I want to be. I just want to keep on going no matter what the scale tells me from one week to the next. I may actually start weighing myself weekly (I had been keeping the weigh-ins flexible). We’ll see how this goes.