Wrong Way!
So, my scale has been moving the last few days, but in the wrong direction. I feel like I'm watching one of those terrible home videos on tv where the kid is running and trying, and reaching the end zone, or scores some kind of goal, and then realizes it is for the wrong team. That is exactly what my scale just did. It scored a goal for the wrong team. If only that could win me $10,000 on tv, I might forgive it as easily as those kids. It can't. Though, my reaction to realizing I gained 4, that right f-o-u-r, pounds might.
In all honesty, I knew it was happening. I let it. It wasn't my fault, though. I blame that stupid man/baby in a diaper, cupid. I hate Valentine's Day right now. Between all the extra sugar for kid's parties, the giving of chocolate, and what not, I knew this would be bad. On top of all that, this Valentine's Day was a sad one for me. So, I ate. I knew it was wrong. Some days I would try to curb it, but I'll be honest, Doritos and I became close pals for a few days. It go so bad, I thought my fingers were dyed orange permanently.
So, bad choices, knowingly. I just needed to emotionally get through, and I did.
So, now to move the scale back.
I'm working on it. I moved back to half hard core yesterday, and today back to full mode. I can tell you exactly how many calories and grams of fat that I have consumed. I won't because I think that would be over sharing, but I could.
It is even going to be warm enough this weekend, meaning over 40 degrees, that I think I can go walk. So, by next week, I expect that scale to start moving back toward my goals. It may take a few weeks to get back into the real swing, and make my own next goal, but the scale and I promise to do our best right now, and be sure were headed in the right direction from here on.
In all honesty, I knew it was happening. I let it. It wasn't my fault, though. I blame that stupid man/baby in a diaper, cupid. I hate Valentine's Day right now. Between all the extra sugar for kid's parties, the giving of chocolate, and what not, I knew this would be bad. On top of all that, this Valentine's Day was a sad one for me. So, I ate. I knew it was wrong. Some days I would try to curb it, but I'll be honest, Doritos and I became close pals for a few days. It go so bad, I thought my fingers were dyed orange permanently.
So, bad choices, knowingly. I just needed to emotionally get through, and I did.
So, now to move the scale back.
I'm working on it. I moved back to half hard core yesterday, and today back to full mode. I can tell you exactly how many calories and grams of fat that I have consumed. I won't because I think that would be over sharing, but I could.
It is even going to be warm enough this weekend, meaning over 40 degrees, that I think I can go walk. So, by next week, I expect that scale to start moving back toward my goals. It may take a few weeks to get back into the real swing, and make my own next goal, but the scale and I promise to do our best right now, and be sure were headed in the right direction from here on.
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