Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Most of the time I really hate my body. Like, really hate.
Then it does some nice things for me and I am slowly learning to like it a little more.
I think my body has more faith in me that *I can* do this weight loss.
The last week or so I have been eating mostly ok, with a couple of splurges here and there. I haven't really exercised in the last couple of weeks, even though my fitbit says I am. I wear it all of the time and where I work, I am on my feet running around, so I suppose it counts that. Anyway, this past week I have been down in the dumps I suppose for a million different reasons. I was sure I was going to completely bomb this weigh -in and go down the old spiral where I give up.
So I step on the scale this morning and I am still on target by losing another 2.6 pounds. What the heck??
Despite all of the stresses and feeling like I failed, my body was there to cheer me up by saying I can do this and I AM doing this. My body doesn't want me to give up on it. It's saying "Please don't do this to us, I know you can do it, please don't give up! We need each other."
I know I shouldn't be happy about what the scale is, but I just thought it was my body giving me a little sign. It did cheer me up a bit and made me not feel so bad about myself.
To my body - I guess you're not so bad.