This week has been a rollercoaster of emotions. Mainly, it's been associated with the scale. I have a bad habit of weighing myself every morning. To me, it's a motivational tool. If my weight is up a little bit, I know I need to work a little bit harder, whether it's at the gym or through food, to get back to where I'd like to be. And, this week, since I've recommitted myself to eating better and hitting up the gym, I just expected to see the scale go down.
Um, wrong.
It went up. And up. And up. To this point where I was just SO uncomfortable with those numbers that were on the scale. What was going on? My weight NEVER fluctuates that much. A pound or two, sure, but never... ugh. Not to mention, that I was back to normal with my exercise. I went to spin class twice this week, did the elliptical on Tuesday afternoon, and considered some weight training but never got around to it. So why were these numbers upsetting me so much?
As one of my friends told me, I'm a scientist. I like to quantify everything. How true.
This morning, I woke up and weighed myself. Down FOUR pounds from that uncomfortable number. WTH? Maybe this is the lesson I need to step away from the scale and not depend on that for validation. I don't think I'll ever be one of those weigh myself once a week people, but I definitely don't need to upset myself every morning. Sigh.
Ugh, that scale fluctuation thing is annoying, isn't it? I think that's why you're not supposed to weigh yourself more than once a week until you're in "maintenance mode". Sometimes I drive myself crazy with it though. Good for you for getting back to exercising regularly. That can be really hard.
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