Today is weigh-in day and I lost one pound. Not a great result, but not bad: That's 8 pounds in 3 weeks. I'd hoped for 9. But oh well. As my friend Joanna says, "It's nice to see the numbers going in the other direction." So true. So true.
Don't you think, though, that we should take our eyes off of the scale? I could count this week a success for so many reasons.
I didn't quit.
I drank lots of water.
I exercised when I would have preferred to nap.
I ate more fruits and veggies than I did three weeks ago.
Overall, I made health-focused choices.
That's success. . .no matter what the scale says. And what the scale says is really irrelevant. Sometimes--I know you've had it happen to you--the scale lies. It lies flat out. It says, "You fatso! You have not done one thing right this week!" And I try to talk back to it saying, "Yes I did too! I did the same things I did last week only I exercised more and made more right choices!" But the scale doesn't even listen. It doesn't even care. Stupid scale.
So, let's start this report over.
Today is weigh-in day. I had a very successful week and I lost a pound. I guess you could say I'm decreasing, huh?
Aileen
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