Yesterday the new spark start challenge started. I stepped on the scale to get my initial weight. Ugh! up from before. Oh well, it's going to be going down.
Although it was the starting day of the challenge, I forgot to log in to Sparkpeople.
Of course I didn't record any of the challenge activities.
This morning I stepped on the scale to see if there was any progress. Woo hoo! almost a pound down. After thinking about it, I decided to step back on the scale to verify. Bummer of a mistake. Although I hadn't eaten or added any clothing, instead of being a pound down, the scale read a pound up from yesterday (2 pounds higher than the reading earlier in the morning). What a difference! I stepped on the scale again (tie breaker), but alas the higher number came up again. One more time. Yep, higher. That's not what is supposed to happen.
Another frustration. I've been trying to follow the menu suggestions, but there are a few things that just are not appealing to me or that I can't eat.
More frustration. I planned on exercising in the pool, but the thunderstorm canceled that opportunity.
My inner perfectionist wants to give up and try starting over next week. My inner realist knows that something is better than nothing and that next week will have its own challenges.
So what am I going to do? I can be all discouraged or I work on being encouraged. Here's my plan.
1. Continue eating using the spark start as a guideline. I'm not being graded on following every recipe exactly. Substituting an ingredient won't make me lose my Spark membership.
2. Find a low impact video and get in 10 minutes of movement. It isn't what I originally wanted, but I might like it.
3. Not fret about the number on the scale. The number on the scale is not an indication of my worth. The number is a number. It is feedback on my choices, but it is delayed feedback. The number this morning is probably related to fast food I ate on a recent road trip. With the good choices I'm making this week, the feedback should be more desirable.
My inner perfectionist is sulking, but my inner realist is saying