I have to admit I felt a little trepidation about getting on the scale this morning. Not because I was worried about seeing a gain, but because I knew I’d see one and then I’d have to figure out how to explain to you why I don’t care.
- Every bite, every drink, every relaxing moment on my vacation was worth it. I refuse to live my life in fear of gaining weight so much so it prevents me from enjoying life.
- I came home and easily slipped right back into my routine. As soon as I post this I’m headed to the gym, I have a date to run lined up this week, and my fridge is full of yummy produce and healthy snacks. My lifestyle supports my weight in a healthy way and I don’t feel any guilt — that’s what used to lead to binges as some sort of twisted self punishment after a gain or “slip up.”
- I feel freakin’ FANTASTIC! And again, isn’t that the goal? Sure, we want to look good, we want to see a lower number on the scale, but at the end of the day it’s how you feel. That’s what should drive you, not some stupid number on some stupid scale.
Okay, that wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I really do feel good and I really do have to get my butt to the gym or I’m going to be late for class. Life is a little crazy right now with the conference a mere 50 days away. I can’t believe how much still needs to be done and how many conference calls it requires! Not to mention, I have like 3 posts brewing in my head about Vermont for TheUnworldlyTravelers and 3 posts for GreenLiteBites that need to be written.
Breathe, Roni. Breathe.
Did I just refer to myself in the 3rd person? OK, yeah, I’m gonna go.
Hope you had a great week. Looking forward to your updates!