Ups and downs
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Confession: I have been struggling with the weigh-ins. Each week, I've been failry consistent with working out. Granted, up until last week, I have been averaging working out 3 days a week. Last week I bumped up to 4. This week I'm hoping to bump up to 5, in spite of a busy schedule.
At any rate, I thought that with working out again, I would find that the weight was going to start coming off. Since the beginning of the year, though, I've only managed to lose 2 pounds.
Two. Stinkin'. Pounds.
Each week, I would be hopeful, putting my two little feet onto that big, black scale. And (almost) every week it has read the same thing.
I'd step off the scale and back on a couple of times, making sure that the numbers read the same thing. And sure enough, they did.
And I'd walk away a little saddened.
But I've noticed something the last couple of weeks that I've stepped off the scale after seeing those numbers. My heart hasn't felt as heavy, as I reviewed in my mind what choices I had made over the course of the week.
And while I don't understand why the numbers are not moving down, I'm trying to maintain the perspective that at least they aren't moving up.