Well, it’s weigh-in day, and I can tell you right now that it will not be pretty. I will show a significant gain this week which made me consider skipping my weigh-in, but that’s not how it works. I’m going! I ate and I exercised less, and now it’s time for the scale to reflect what I already know is coming. For the record, I do think that going on and off of the birth control played into my gain a bit too, but the reasons don’t matter as much as the fact that I am back on track.
I don’t expect to undo several weeks of damage in two days. (Sigh…I wish.) Instead, I’m going to face the scale because I made a promise to myself, and I’m not going to let the yucky number piss me off, stress me out or impact what I’ve done this week.
I am back in the habit of exercising, tracking and being more mindful of everything I put it in my mouth. I have tossed out the divinity, the fudge and the caramel cashew trail mix from Target that I’ve been waiting since September to eat. The cookies that Mom and I made went to an office of folks that were more than willing to get them off of our hands, and they’ve been replaced with cabbage, sugar snap peas, raw nuts, grapefruits and other foods that are delicious AND healthy for me.
Regardless of the number on the scale (it’s going to be bad, remember? I’ve already peeked) I know that I’m on the right track. I know that I’m living my healthiest life today. I lived it yesterday, and I’ll do it again tomorrow. And right now, that’s as far into the future as I need to go.
The fact remains that I started here……..
And now I’m here…
And I feel different…better. But I’m far from finished.
The scale does not define me, but my actions do. And my actions will be reflected when I step on the scale this evening. But hey, it could be worse. I worked out a few times while I was gone (elliptical and swimming laps.) But as my trip progressed, so did my leniency. I admit it, and I take responsibility for it. And that’s really all I have to say about that…