I am not sure if there will ever be a time where I am not worried about what the scale says. I have tried so hard over the last few months to break that addiction and to focus on how good I feel and how much better (and how many sizes smaller) clothes fit. That number, though. That blasted number.
I was up 1lb yesterday at my check in with Carly. I was upset, she wasn’t. I should be relieved that after 3 days away and eating out that it was only a 1lb difference (which could just be fluid) but I felt defeated. When you work hard and put every spare ounce of energy you have towards a goal, not meeting that goal is disappointing. No matter which way you dice it.
The funniest part is that 3 weeks ago at my last appointment with Carly, I was convinced I was up and had ranted and raved at her for a half hour about how I work hard and am upset about being up, but when I got on the scale I was down 6lbs. Yesterday I felt really good, my clothes were fitting looser, I felt more toned and almost “thin”, and then the number was up. I know I am not alone with these frustrations.
The good news is that it is already Wednesday. The workweek is almost over, the first week back to school has started, and half marathon training starts soon.
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