I did it. I stepped on the scale this morning. It always comes with a lot of cringing and dread. And maybe sometimes nausea. Truth is, I hate that flat, cold, metal instrument that takes several seconds to show me my fate. As if it is laughing at my tension.
I joined a weight loss accountability group recently, which is probably the only reason why I weighed in this morning, truth be known. And wonder of all wonders…down 1.2 pounds. If I held that weight in my hands, I would barely notice it. But when it’s that much less on a scale than last week, it’s glorious.
When I was younger, I never worried about my weight. I was athletic with a great metabolism, and even when I ate rice cakes and drank Diet Coke over the summer because I was afraid of gaining in the offseason, it wasn’t truly a concern for me. I had a period of time in my early 20’s after college where I gained some, but I just cut back here and there and six weeks later…voila!…back to my comfortable weight.
Then I hit 30. Continue reading “Numbers Don’t Lie: When the Scale Is Your Enemy”
Hello, friends! I’m straying a bit from my usual inspirational-type blogs to do something a little more fun! As you may have already read in an earlier blog