Thursday, March 27, 2014
I was back up 2 pounds this morning.
There is NO WAY I ate enough to gain 2 pounds yesterday. I was right on plan with both fitness and at the low end of the calorie range.
Who knows and who cares. . . .
I KNOW yesterday was a success, regardless what the scales say.
So, why did I step on the scales this morning?
Was I looking for affirmation or reassurance that I did good yesterday?
Was I hoping for a lower number than yesterday?
After the number on the scale revealed a 2 pound gain over night, I felt horrible, disappointed, ticked off at myself.
I felt like I had failed. Again.
Then that old familiar Stinkin' Thinkin' tape started playing in my head again . . . see you coulda eaten that biscotti! see what you get for doing those extra fitness minutes! blah blah blah . . . .
It took me a few minutes to get my head straight about it . . . I went to bed last night feeling proud of myself for doing good. And I did do good yesterday, and I'm going to do good again today.
Why do we let those scales hold such power over us?