Getting on the scale first thing on Monday morning is not really the most appealing thing to me, but I know that the scale doesn't lie...and it only took me 33 years to admit that! I know that I am not morbidly obese, but I do weigh more than I should for my height and build (5' tall and pretty petite hidden under the jiggly layer of fat). I don't want to end up as one of the "hide the face, show my butt from behind" examples on 20/20 in a "How Fat is America" episode so I'm going to weigh myself once a week to keep a gauge on my progress.
I started over 5 weeks ago at 150.5 and this morning I weighed 146.5, so I've lost 4 pounds. (Please ignore the un-pedicured feet). I know, I know, it's progress and at least I'm not gaining. Blah, Blah, BLAH! And I know that I've been doing A LOT of strength training and muscle weighs more than fat and in the end it will be more beneficial, but what I REALLY want to say to the scale at 6:30am on Monday morning is BITE ME!
But I don't, because I am going to trust the annoyingly chirpy inner voices and actually believe that I did lose weight, I am making progress and I am doing this for a good reason. Keeping cancer, diabetes, and heart disease away are reason enough for the moment (although I'm sure the reason will change a million times over the next six months, but who cares as long as I continue on the path to my goal!)
So I am going to be nice to myself today and not get all depressed and b*tchy because I only lost a pound since last week, because guess what, I lost a pound!! So being nice to myself is how I'm going to Choose My Health Today!
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