Thursday, January 17, 2013
Well, I did it. I gave in to that damn scale! I have been working hard, getting in 4 days of exercise with cardio and weights, eating within my range, and have been feeling all the benefits: more energy, pride, self-confidence, looser pants, more room in my bras. I have been on track!
And, then, this morning, I weighed myself. I know from past experience this is not a good idea for me in first month of re-starting exercise and proper nutrition. Its interesting I decided to weigh myself anyway -- a little self-punishment, perhaps, for feeling so good?
I have gained a lb. I am working hard at not letting this get to me, but frankly, it has gotten to me. I am angry and frustrated. I am taking it out on myself. I am out of patience with me and with this weight.
I need to give myself a break but I am having a hard time doing it. This is the perfectionist rising up and I want to SIT ON HER HEAD! So, I am telling the scale to f*&$ off right now; it is slow and will catch up. But, boy, this is hard today. I want to hit my spring goal and I want to weigh my goal weight RIGHT NOW. Where is my patience and compassion?
I am going to visualize me sitting on the perfectionist's head today. And, go to my spinning class. HMPH! No more scales until February!