Sorry again for the late weigh-in. I actually hopped on the scale at 7 this morning and Instagram-ed it because the the Food Network magazine cracked me up. Then I got the kids up, fed, lunches made, and headed to the gym.
Compared to last week I’m down 2.8, which I don’t think is a true loss. Last week seemed off for how I felt and how my clothes fit. Sometimes you really have to ignore the scale, listen to your body and move on. That’s why I didn’t really care when I saw the jump. In my heart I knew the scale was just being a jerk, again, and like the inner mean girl, sometimes you just have to give it the finger and walk away.
I know it’s easier said than done, but really think about it. Using some number on the scale to guide your decisions is like pulling your kid out of school because he failed a test. You wouldn’t do that, right? Instead you’d have a talk with him. Ask him how he studied, what he didn’t understand, what he needs to work on for the next one, etc., etc., etc.
I’m not saying that weighing yourself should be like a test that you pass or fail, but I am saying it’s one way to get feedback on your progress. Giving you information so you can progress forward. Not step back.
Try to think that way next time your scale is being a jerk. It helps!
OK, time for updates! I’m looking forward to seeing how your week went!