Lord help me...

Here I am at the crossroads...how willing am I to take this all the way - come rain or shine, pain or pressure? I was so frustrated this morning - after running 5 miles yesterday, followed by a back/tri workout that lasted over an hour - to see the scale exactly where it was the day before. I was faced with the question of whether I would be willing to keep this up even if my weight never moves. How's that for a tough question to one's self?

I e-mailed Tony this morning to give him a complete run down of how I've been eating, just to see if there's something more I can/should be doing to clean up my eating. Are my portions too large? Tony says to eat until I'm full. But will that work for ME? Then, after enduring ice cream cake yesterday (when I ate noodle-less lasagna) and then pizza and ice cream later in the day (while I ate a spinach salad with grilled chicken and lite caesar dressing), and then guacamole and chips and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and kandy kakes and popcorn and grapes and canteloupe today (while I ate more noodle-less lasagna and chocolate lava cake), I finally broke down and called Tony. I knew I wouldn't be able to talk to him, because my girls are screaming in my ear all the time (in fact, I ended up having to go into the bathroom just to hear his voicemail). But his voicemail helped a lot. At least, I know I"ll make it through today.

We'll take tomorrow when it comes.