Week 7

When Briana arrives, I am a bit nervous. Today is a weigh-in day and I have not seen her for five days. She tells me about the foods she ate on Thanksgiving and asks if they were okay.

"You ate a lot of vegetables and some good foods. You also had some treats. It's okay as long as you don't have too much and as long as it was just one day," I tell her.

"Okay, good!" she replies and seems pleased that I am not upset. I have come to realize how important my opinion is to her. She tries to do what will please me and worries if she thinks she may have made a bad choice.

As we head down the stairs, she reminds me that today is weigh day. She tells me how excited she is to see how much weight she has lost. I feel encouraged, because if she believes she has lost weight, I'm believing it, too!

She gets on the scale and I bend down to see the numbers. I am pleased to see 216 pounds.

"Briana, you have lost three pounds! That means you have lost 11 pounds so far!"

"Oh my goodness! Did I do good?" she asks.

"You did awesome! I am so proud of you! Are you ready to get to work?" I ask.

"Let's do it," she says.

She starts her workout with enthusiasm. She gets frustrated along the way, but she keeps going. I notice how much more we are doing at this point. I tell her that she is getting stronger and healthier every time I see her. "Yep. I know it," she replies.

As we finish the workout, I tell her that I am going to teach her new exercises soon. I also tell her that next week she is going to do a quarter mile on the treadmill. She agrees and says she can do it. I know that if she says she can, she will.