Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Yesterday, I finally put batteries back into my Wii balance board. I figured, hey, I've been exercising a lot over the past month and a half, watching what I eat (slipping up now and then, but it happens) and drinking lots of water. Maybe I should weigh myself.
It said I had lost 6 pounds. I was a bit deflated, but I thought, "Well, maybe the balance board is not working well." So this morning, I went to my son's school and asked the nurse if I could weigh myself. 180. So, not 6 in nearly 2 months? Only 2? As I walked home, I cried most of the way. I sniffled and as I walked up the steps to the apartment building, I really let it out. I bawled and my first thought was, "Chocolate."
I brushed off that thought and cried as I put on my workout clothes. I finished day 26 of 30 day shred and tried to focus on staying on track. Tonight, with my husband, I did day 2 of p90x (don't worry, the overlap will only be for a few days, there's no way I want to keep that up for long).
How did I turn this disappointment, my negative start to the day, into a positive? For the first time, ever, instead of giving up, I just did what I had to do to keep going. At this point, I can dwell on that stupid number, or I can focus on the fact that I know my clothes are loose and I can feel the muscles in my arms and legs instead of just one mass of leg/arm.
I know I would have hated it if I had given up and just sat down with a bag of Easter candy and wallowed in my self pity (I tend to do that, or did). I had to cry, get it out of my system and then keep going. It was a first, I had to share. Thank you for reading.