Friday, March 07, 2014
Tomorrow is weigh in day. The past couple of weeks I have been facing Saturday mornings with dread. Last week was especially bad--just one of those weeks when I had an overwhelming compulsion to eat, even when I wasn't hungry. It's frustrating when, in retrospect, you can't point to anything during the week that might have contributed to poor behavior. Stuff just happens; deal with it and move on.
And that's what I did this week--I moved on. I ate much less than previous weeks and was more consistent with exercise, averaging 51 minutes a day.
No matter what the scale says tomorrow, I'm satisfied with my efforts. I'm focused on the non-scale victories: fewer calories, more exercise, good runs, and heavier weights. I'm going to bed tonight with a great sense of well-being and contentment and scale be damned.