Seriously, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me!” were the words out of this mouth this morning… This will be quick but I’m going to get grumpy on ya’ll. Mainly because I need some feedback and want to know what you all do when you’re being hard on yourself.
Let me give you a little background. I work really hard to stay fit, be healthy, and control my weight. I eat healthy, exercise, and do all the things a good little girl should. I don’t weigh myself every day but I do get on once in a while to see how things are going and to make sure I don’t need to make any changes.
Welp, I got on the scale this morning feeling all sort of good about myself! Here is my self dialogue **“You’ve been working out really hard and done quite a bit of resistance training to boost your metabolism. You have been eating right and letting yourself feel good. That number will surly be maintained. Nice job!” ** This is what the scale said today, “I’m up three pounds and I’m going to be in your head all day. Have a nice Friday, Julie.”
Do you ever feel like there are the people who don’t have to work at ‘it’. The ‘IT’ being the eating, the exercise, the looking awesome….. Well, I have to work at ‘it’. Ahhhh, life isn’t fair and I know that tomorrow it will be okay but I just sometimes wish that it wasn’t so hard.
I just don’t like the feeling “The harder I work, the worse it gets….” Anyone else ever feel this way?
It took me a very long time to be comfortable with my weight and size. I’m not meant to be 120 lbs. I’m just not….. I am 5’10 and have a large frame, thank you to my family genetics. (I’m Dutch…)
I know that this is just a number for today and it will more than likely be gone tomorrow, but I’m beginning to think I should jump on the bandwagon and ditch the scale. I just don’t want to one day step on and thing ‘Oh no! How did that happen?!?’ I know I can use my clothes as my guide and I’m really leaning toward this. I hate how a stinking number can really suck the fun out of a good day. For real, I’m not going to let it suck the fun out of my day! I’m going to be thankful for this body God gave me and be darn happy that it works as well as it does!
Question: Have you had a “you’ve GOT to be kidding me” moment? -OR- Do you use a scale, is it a memory of the past?