I stepped on the scale on Thursday morning (since I’ve decided to try weekly weigh-ins for a while), and there was no change.  I told myself that was better than gaining, but I couldn’t help being a little disappointed.  That made me disappointed in myself for feeling disappointed over a number on the scale.  It’s just a number!!

Anyway, the disappointment stuck with me into Friday.  I normally swim on Friday mornings and, like I said a post or 2 ago, ice and snow don’t seem to stop me lately ’cause I’ve become this crazy swimming nut.  But Friday it just wasn’t happenning. 

I made myself a list down the left side of a page in a spiral notebook of all the things I wanted to get done on Friday, and down the right side I did a time grid for the day and planned out when I was going to work on each thing.  This is something I do alot, because if I don’t have a plan I will putz the whole day away!  But I hardly got anything done.  Some of that was because my boys were home from school because of the snow, and we spent about 2 hours playing Disney Trivia.  But mainly it was the lingering disappointment that had me in a bit of a funk. 

 But I still had a good day, food-wise.  I stayed within my points.  It was good that the game took so long (and we really had fun playing) because it kept me occupied so I didn’t snack.  In the afternoon I called a friend I haven’t talked to in months.  We were on the phone for almost an hour - she’s going through a nasty divorce and has 4 kids to take care of.  It’s a little selfish of me, but talking to her makes me realize how fortunate I am.  I’m in a funk because I didn’t lose a pound this week - what a baby I am!

Then this morning I got on the scale and I was down a pound.  So now the funk of Friday is gone, but I’m still a little mistified as to why I couldn’t just get past it a little quicker.