Saturday, July 27, 2013
UGH. When I gained a few pounds, I refused to move my counter. But, then, I gained a few more pounds, and then lost them, and went back and forth and I thought "no sense in moving the counter because I'll keep losing".
But, now that I've gained even MORE, I can't keep denying what's going on.
So, it's moved from 396 to what I weigh as of 5 minutes ago...420.
I'm not getting twisted over it. It's a number on the scale. It means nothing about me as a person. It means I'm taking in too many calories and not burning enough, and I know why.
In the past this would have sent me off on a binge of eating for comfort. Talk about irony. Don't like the weight on the scale, reach for some crappy food.
Nope. Not today.
Instead, I will treat myself with compassion and understanding. Went to the Farmers Market and have healthy lean proteins, beautiful fruit and vegs, and I will look for some meal ideas in my tons of recipes and get a game plan together.
It's going to be ok.