Friday, February 08, 2013
At the start of this month I decided that I wouldn't weigh in, and I wouldn't try comparison clothing on. It's, er, easier said than done, and it's only eight days in!
It's been very tempting to check the scales; I get the impression that there's been some sort of tangible difference that I'd really like to know about, but are positive feelings about my progress and commitment worth jeopardising for a bad scale result? No. Scales are fickle creatures after all.
I have however capitulated and tried some stuff on - namely the jeans I was talking about in the last post. The ones that never (never!) do up. I find it easier to rationalise and accept that certain things still don't fit, much as I'd like them to, especially when I bought them back in December and felt positive they'd do up by now. Grr.
As you can see their stubborn refusal to bow to my wishes hasn't exactly been met with the best of grace. I'm not a patient woman. However, the jeans *still* don't fit? Hey what's new; at least my calves look a bit thinner.
Right now that's easier to accept than numbers on a scale.