A week ago on Monday, I had my 2nd weigh in on my new scale, and surprisingly I was down .6 of a pound. I wasn't expecting that, since I'd had a binge. I thought for sure I would have had a gain! So it was a relief to actually be down a little bit. I put that binge out of my mind, and just got myself back on track.
So this past Monday, when it was time for my 3rd weekly weigh in, I was ready! I'd been eating right and getting lots of exercise, so I was expecting a loss. I wasn't sure how much, but I was so sure it would be over a pound. Maybe two!
I got on the scale...and I'm UP a pound! What the heck? I weighed myself five times in a row, and it was still the same. In spite of eating healthy, measuring my portions, drinking plenty of water, and working out every day except my rest day...I gained a pound!
I stood there for a moment in my birthday suit, looking at that number on the scale...and then I put on my robe, wrote my weight down in my journal, and forgot about it! I ate a healthy breakfast (steel cut oatmeal with a poached egg on top, and a small fruit salad) and then got on with my day.
Of course I'm not happy that I'm up a pound, but its not the end of the world, either. Its just a number, and I'm more than a number. In spite of that pound, I am healthier and fitter than I've been in years. I am strong and getting stronger. There was a time when even marching in place was hard for me, but I've come a long way since then. I do Les Mills Pump, DDP Yoga, kettlebell, step aerobics and more. Just two years ago, I couldn't even IMAGINE myself working out the way I do now! Sometimes it still surprises me just how much I am capable of.
Oh, there are plenty of things that I can't do, and I there is still plenty of room for improvement. But when I think of how far I've come, that one pound gain seems trivial. I know I'm on the right track and I'm going to just keep going.