heartbeat to the beat of the drums.

Have you ever had one of those mornings in bed where you just know that you're doing things right?

That was me today. When my alarm went off I was really excited to get up and weigh myself because I was 100% certain that I was doing things right. I used to have that feeling all the time last year, when every day was a surprise on the scale and I felt on top of the world.

There hasn't been much of that lately and I miss it. Correction: past tense. I missed it. THE FEELING'S BACK, BABY!

The best gift I ever gave myself was the commitment to exercise and, a year and a half later, I'm back where I started: excited to see what's next. I was laying in bed last night thinking of all the things I did right, congratulating myself for picking the salad for dinner and resisting the urge to snack late at night, and suddenly I got very very excited.

Lately I've been feeling very discouraged about my current weight. Don't get me wrong, I LOOK FABULOUS and I'm super proud of what I've done thus far, but it feels like my final goal is ten lifetimes away and some days I just wish I didn't care. But last night something clicked. My body has been telling me over the last few months that I need to step it up, my body decided for itself that my weight loss process would be in two parts: the first 75, and the last 50. I've been thinking about this process as a continuous streak and it can get overwhelming to consider the work required to lose 100+ pounds, so maybe my body was trying to do me a favor.

Now I can say, Phase 1 complete.

The thought that kept me up last night in excitement was that fifty pounds... I'VE DONE THAT BEFORE. I can do it again. And if I break it down into little goals it doesn't seem so impossible. If I lose 5 pounds, that's 10%. Since I started making changes I've lost 1.5 pounds and already I feel like I'm in control. From now on I'm focusing on 5 pounds at a time, making sure that I'm healthy and happy and balanced.

Five little pounds at a time.