Goals are tough business. I had my third baby in September and am finding it to be at least 3 times harder to lose my baby weight than with the first. Frustrating because I have been trying really hard to eat well and to exercise right, and still...nope. I still have about 20 lbs to lose.
Then I got really excited and thought I would try subdividing my goal into smaller goals that were more attainable. So I would say I needed to lose 2 lbs by a certain date. Mentally that worked beautifully!! I was eating even better and staying on top of my goal, and was really proud of myself until I stepped on the scale. You guessed it. My hard work equalled a 2 lb weight GAIN. So I celebrated with a trip to my baking cupboard for about a pound of milk chocolate chips. Phew that felt better. I started beating myself up mentally and telling myself that it wasn't worth it. That it didn't matter how much I tried I would fail.
Then today after I went to the gym (because going to the gym is sanity for me and I'll never stop doing that) I weighed myself and was down 3 pounds!! Small victory, but lesson teaching. I am generally a stress case. I worry a lot about how I'm doing in different areas of my life and am consistently evaluating how I should be better.
I like to see pretty quick results on things. When I don't I usually don't get discouraged, unless it's more than one thing. Like right now. I have 3 things going on right now. None of which I feel particularly satisfied with, on results anyway. SO I've been feeling a little discouraged. Then I found the quote I posted above. Then I think about the countless blessings I have been given and I know there is no reason to be discouraged. I need to celebrate my small victories and keep working and pushing for more. At least I am trying.