6 Pounds. But...

I don't feel I earned it. Today is the first Future M.I.L.F. weigh-in. I weighed myself last night just to brace myself for the scale. 6 pounds dropped. How, you say? That's the thing. I'm not quite sure. I drank a huge amount of water. I tried to eat sensibly, but failed more times than I'd like to think about. And then there's chocolate, aka "Cocoa Crack". What is it about that stuff?

I was more conscious of what I put in my mouth, but sometimes getting ready to diet (yes, yes, lifestyle change if you prefer) makes me very hungry. I feel deprived and then I feel like a squirrel getting ready for the winter. What is this feeling of deprivation? I think if I could get rid of that squirrely feeling, I'd be much better at this dieting thing. I've been trying to decide the path in which to lose this weight. I've been to meetings where you "watch" your "weight" with others. I like the comaraderie and I think it's a fairly balanced plan but the meetings never seem to be convenient and I haven't been able to stay on it for the long haul. A close family member has lost quite a few pounds on "a weight loss system out of Southern California". There are nutritionists. There is the liquid diet. I will find my way soon to a plan.

So, yes I'm happy about losing 6 pounds, but I can't ride this wave and pretend like doing next to nothing will get results every week. My family, friends and my new bloggy pals are very supportive. My playgroup posse is behind me all the way. I have a daughter that needs to know how to eat right and stay fit. I have many tools. Please, please, please let me use the tools, support and motivation. I can do without the guilt though. That just fuels the desire for more cocoa crack.

P.S. It's "National Delurking Week", so give me a shout out in the comments especially if you haven't before! (Yeah, I know the blogoshpere is starting to be like Hallm*rk, a new holiday everytime you turn around.)