Right? I sure hope so, because my scale was on the upswing this week.
You read correctly: I’m up 1.8 pounds. Ugh.
I’m not going to make excuses. Okay, I will. Two immediately come to mind. I ate salty foods (bacon, peanuts) and didn’t drink enough water Monday.
Funny thing is, I was feeling pretty good about myself until I hopped on the scale Tuesday morning. I’ve been rocking my size-smaller jeans all week long and taking more time than usual to do my hair and put on a little makeup.
Then I got on the scale. I tried telling myself the usual: “It’s just a number.” “The number’s subjective.” “I’m more than a number on the scale.”
Even with those affirmations, the higher weight still colored my day.
No, I didn’t spend the day overeating. I also didn’t send back my Starbucks drink when it was delivered with whipped cream. (Yeah, I ate every last bite … and it was surprisingly sweet. It also left me hungrier than normal for the rest of the day — just another reminder that I don’t handle carbs well.)
Although I didn’t go hog-wild, I found myself wondering whether I’ll ever discover the confidence Roni blogged about earlier this week.
I suppose it’ll come from making healthier choices … choices I can feel good about, every day — whether the scale says I’m up or down.
Easy to say, right? Now I just need to put it into practice.