Tuesday, August 03, 2010
I made a mistake today. I stepped on the scale this morning. Immediate down, down, downer. .. *rain clouds gather overhead*
The worst part is that I know better. I've been here, I've done this. Weekly weigh ins don't work well for me, especially on the body for life program because of the simultaneous fat loss and muscle gain. I'm much happier when I weight in once a month, but it takes discipline, and forgetting that there's a scale in the house, and that's impossible to do when a friend comes over to borrow your scale and there it is, out in the open calling your name like the witch in the Hansel and Gretal story (which always scared the crap out of me when I was a kid). Boo!
Even though most of me is able to completely and rationally understand why the scale showed the weight gain, there is a stubborn, LOUD little sliver that whispers of failure. How do I shut it out, shut it up?! It's probably the reason why it's taken me this long to make the progress that I've made in the first place.
The real question is how have I gone from racing downhill with the wind at my back to scaling mountains? Just yesterday I was on top of the world, and today the world is on top of me! Whatever the reason, if scale I must, then scale I will... damn you to hell scale! I will defeat you! *rattles saber, gives war cry, face painted blue*