I decided to hop on the scale this morning after a pretty high weigh in at yesterday’s doctors appointment.
According to my GYN’s scale I’m 159 pounds.
Just another reminder that scales are stupid.
Anyway, that’s not what I really want to blog about today. What I need is a shot of motivation to break out of the current funk cycle I’m in.
Ugh. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I’m waking up every day and just going through the motions. I’m distracted. Unmotivated. Overwhelmed. I try to keep my food journal only to abandon it by dinner. I say I’m going to go to bed early and then find myself snacking at midnight watching mindless TV. My house is a mess. I haven’t made the 8-year-old’s lunches in over a week. I’m just feeling blah.
I’m in tread water mode until I find my groove again. And I will. I always do.
I’ve learned to cut myself some slack in times like these. In a way I go on autopilot. I do what I can when I can (#wycwyc HA!) and just keep swimming.
OK, enough being Debbie Downer, how was your week! Updates, please! I want to live vicariously through you. :)