Day 22...

Well, I made it to Day 22.

I'm sticking to my plan. I'm eating better, drinking water, exercising and most of the time I feel pretty darn good. I was down another pound yesterday. My goal is a pound a week and so far I've actually surpassed it.

Challenges from the weekend include....
1) Eating - I ate fast food twice, at a pizza place once and a bar and grill once. I made great choices so I did prove to myself that I can eat out and still stay on track.
2) Drinking - I had 'a few' beers Friday night but only one on Saturday. I did prove to myself that I can go out and have a good time without drinking!
3) Exercise - Actually, this wasn't a challenge. I worked out Friday morning before work, I took a walk with my niece in the beautiful weather on Saturday afternoon and worked out when I got home on Sunday.

Funny story about Sunday - before we left 'down home' to go home my hubby asked if we were going to fight over the treadmill. I told him he could have it first while I went to the store. I'm so happy that he knew that I would want to exercise and while he never puts any pressure on me to do anything, I'm so happy that he is encouraging me in his special way.

Tonight is the end of week 2 of my couch to 5K program. I was watching The Biggest Loser on TV last night, a show that I normally do not watch, and the participants were running a 5k. It was inspiring to me. I know that I can do it!

As I'm eating my lunch at my desk, I am getting ready to do the one thing that I dread the most - going to the dentist. I hate the dentist. I have a phobia of teeth. I know it's weird. I can't stand to look at teeth. I can't stand to watch anyone brush his/her teeth and I do not want anyone to watch me brush my teeth. I don't like to watch anything to do with teeth on TV. I have yet to see one story line on TV or a Movie that has to do with brushing teeth that is instrumental to the story line. NO ONE CARES! I do have a dentist that I actually like. In the past 8 years, the place I used to go, changed dentist four times. Just when I sort of got used to one, they left. I just couldn't do it anymore. There is a young gal that I know that is a dentist. I finally got the nerve to go to her. I know that she's not going anywhere. She is married, has a family and her extended family is here. Last time was the first time that she personally didn't clean my teeth. She asked if I was ready for a hygienist to clean them. I told her I thought I was. It went pretty good - only a few tears.

My goal is no tears this afternoon...I think I can, I think I can.

Until next time....