Thursday, April 25, 2013
Stupid Scale. My husband sings "Why can't we be friends" every- time I stand on it and I get upset with the results . I was getting frustrated these last few weeks because the scale and my inches were going up. WHAT?? I think my husband was internally panicking because he was afraid I was going to quit, but he just kept encouraging me. I was in no way shape or form close to giving up because of a few weeks, no matter what the scale or inches say I knew I was getting stronger, and I finally have a healthy relationship with food. However I still wanted answers because without continual success it gets easier to make poor choices.
I figured it out finally. Not sure if it was the paleo diet, or what but PMS came a week sooner than expected leading to water retention,weight gain, exahustion. I also tweaked my fruit and dairy intake. All those combined seem to have done the trick over a week later.
Not sure about my inches but I weighed in at 126.4 this morning. HURRAY. I can't count it because I only allow myself to record my weight on Mondays to prevent my frustration with fluctuation, but it gets me all excited and re-motivated again. I know my scale addiction is unhealthy, but I try to use it as an indicator for my eating habits, and daily choices. ( justification) It's the weeks it doesn't do what it should in spite of my best efforts that make me see how horrible it is.
I had to miss class yesterday because I had a meeting at 9. Instead of just skipping it I went to the 6 am class. YUCK! I hate early morning workouts. My sweetheart "the morning Person" gets up every day and works out at 5;45 am, and can't understand why I don't want to workout early so I can have to whole day to myself. I try explaining to him I can barely have a conversation and walk in the morning. He thinks I am kidding. It was a great experience for me though,. I worked hard, and whined alot LOL, but I was so proud of myself for doing it. It just reaffirms to me that I am doing what I should be doing, when I should be doing it. Timing is important. No matter what I think I am a freaking super Hero because I worked out at 6:00 in the fricking morning. I am usually up by that point, but is a bleary eyed- zombie shuffle I am doing not busting out my cross-fit moves.
My eating is right on track. I drink a ton of water, and I am happy.