Monday, November 12, 2012
Just having a tough day. Stepped on the scale and heart just sank to the toes. I've been really focused on not using the scale to judge my progress but every once in a while it just really gets to you. It takes a week to lose a half a pound and two days to gain two. I'm sure it's not "real" weight and I'll be back down by my official weekly weigh in on Wednesday. But it won't be lower than last week's weight.
It's cold, my joints ache, and I have a sorry case of the poor pitiful me's. On days like this, I'm just focused on not doing anything rash (a pint of ice cream anyone?). I'll jump on the elliptical in a few minutes and see if some endorphins can turn around my "stinkin thinkin."
Or I'll give it all up, chuck out the skinny clothes, and learn to love my internal Goddess made manifest in thunder thighs, bodacious boobs, and no-end-to-my booty.