Yesterday was weigh-in day, every time I step on the scale I fill myself with dark and twisty thoughts.
“I didn’t do as much as I should have,” “I really don’t want to see this number,” “I’m fat”.
The scale is like a rock plunging my thoughts down into the deep dark depths of my self doubt. I strip off my clothes, because every ounce makes a difference and step on the scale. I wait for what seems like an eternity and the numbers flash across the screen, I have lost 2 pounds in a week. Now that may not seem like a lot, but first of all, any weight loss is good, I am moving in the right direction. Second of all small successes are still successes.
Yesterday I went to the physical therapist (I have had chronic back pain for 10 years) and was told that along with my wussy PT exercises I can do light elliptical workouts. I am not going to focus on how frustrating that is going to be but instead I am going to focus on I have something to do at the gym and I am going to do my light workouts to the fullest.
I would say yesterday was a pretty good day!